There and gone- - an animal farm story

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    Name: Dusty
    Gender: Male
    Age: 2 years
    Animal: dog
    Breed: Red Doberman pinscher
    Looks:
    Personality: a serious and determined attitude he was trained as a protection dog ready to fight off any threat to his owner but loves to play when possible



    Name: Tiny
    Gender: Male
    Age: 2 years
    Animal: dog
    Breed: Blue pittbull
    Looks:
    Personality: playful and loving but will put up a fight when needed

    JustBecause wrote:


    Hipster says: "Bad! Bad dog! Thats WAAAAAAy to mainstream..."


    If you're talking to me, dude, than I'm going to ask you this question:
    What gives you the right to call me a bad dog when I didn't do anything to you have a right to be called bad dog, dude? Answer that please... it isn't nice to be called a bad dog. No puppy likes that, especially me when I don't deserve it.

    Now, now. You are not realy bad, and I understand you did nothing wrong. I'm just messing around. Innocent joking. Its not like I said 'Your a horrid thing!' Or any thing like that. I'm sorry if I've hurt your feeling, purritio. Estoy malo, y muy stupido. Sorry. *sigh* Mudbud, your muy epico, and I didn't mean to make it seem like I didn't know that. :o :( ::)

    I forgive you dude! I didn't know it was a joke! We're cool now, bro cha-cho!

    Ooc: That's a good idea.


    Harlin rolled around, his mind finally of pups. He accepted their role now. So now, he could just be him again.


    Jojo slept lightly, basking in the warmth of the sun

    Lily continued to eat, her tail lashing. If only this was a plump rabbit, or even a mouse..She finished and trotted out, admiring the bright sun. She halted when she saw Harlin. " What in the hay are you doin'?" She asked the tom.

    Rivet slowly padded her tail up and down as she watched her puppies suckle. The movement was slow and silent, which made Riverflow drift off to sleep.

    "Rollin' around!" The merel pup sial, toung lolling out his mouth. The hyper pup continued to roll on his back, tail wagging.