Pheobe
Name: Pheobe
Breed: Jack Russell/ American Eskimo
Gender:
Female
Status: Owned
Parents:
N/A
Siblings:
N/A
Mate:
Secretariat
Pups:
N/A
Personality: Pheobe is very opinioned, and isn’t afraid to tell you what on her mind. She isn’t one to turn away from a threat, and despite her small size she is very quick. When not in the fighting mood, she loves to gossip, never anything indented to harm anyone, she mostly listens.
Likes: Fighting
Dislikes: Being bored
History: Pheobe was bred and raised as a payment back to Tohper, a puppy pirater. Pheobe was the nicest loking, and smallest of her litter so she was picked as the payment. Pheobe resents her parents for this, and snuffs them off when they try to talk and have a relationship with her.
She fought with her friends under Tophers care hoping to become a champion fighter in Topher’s eyes unaware Topher had always planned to sell her as a baiting dog, or something less… Respectful. She was actually getting good at defeating enemies, except those bigger then her.
One night, someone came to Topher looking for a dog, and Topher sent Pheobe with the scared female. The girl seemed to loosen up more and more the farther they got away from the ring, where Topher was staying. The girl, Whip brought her back to her farm telling her the owner needed a ratting dog, as rat where taking over the farm and cause the owner a lot of money.
Pheobe was delighted at the thought, and was even more so when the owner took her in on a temporary status. She killed the rats that she could find, her size helping her to get in the small spots. The owner was so pleased with her work that he forgot about getting rid of her, and just let her stay in the barn with his other dogs.
She lived in bliss on the farm, and loved the life away from death and hopelessness. She soon met a young Pitbull younger then her named Secretariat, he was bold and handsome. She flirted with him over the fence and he seemed to come back more and more frequent, smitten with her. She decided to give him a chance and went out with him for a couple months. He purposed they become mates and she accepted. Secretariat moved in with her at the farm part time, un able to leave his adoptive sister, and afraid of Pheobe’s owner who might shoot him.
Other:
Pheobe, while happy on the farm,
she wishes she could be some little girls pet, smothered in attention and
love.
Breed: Jack Russell/ American Eskimo
Gender:
Female
Status: Owned
Parents:
N/A
Siblings:
N/A
Mate:
Secretariat
Pups:
N/A
Personality: Pheobe is very opinioned, and isn’t afraid to tell you what on her mind. She isn’t one to turn away from a threat, and despite her small size she is very quick. When not in the fighting mood, she loves to gossip, never anything indented to harm anyone, she mostly listens.
Likes: Fighting
Dislikes: Being bored
History: Pheobe was bred and raised as a payment back to Tohper, a puppy pirater. Pheobe was the nicest loking, and smallest of her litter so she was picked as the payment. Pheobe resents her parents for this, and snuffs them off when they try to talk and have a relationship with her.
She fought with her friends under Tophers care hoping to become a champion fighter in Topher’s eyes unaware Topher had always planned to sell her as a baiting dog, or something less… Respectful. She was actually getting good at defeating enemies, except those bigger then her.
One night, someone came to Topher looking for a dog, and Topher sent Pheobe with the scared female. The girl seemed to loosen up more and more the farther they got away from the ring, where Topher was staying. The girl, Whip brought her back to her farm telling her the owner needed a ratting dog, as rat where taking over the farm and cause the owner a lot of money.
Pheobe was delighted at the thought, and was even more so when the owner took her in on a temporary status. She killed the rats that she could find, her size helping her to get in the small spots. The owner was so pleased with her work that he forgot about getting rid of her, and just let her stay in the barn with his other dogs.
She lived in bliss on the farm, and loved the life away from death and hopelessness. She soon met a young Pitbull younger then her named Secretariat, he was bold and handsome. She flirted with him over the fence and he seemed to come back more and more frequent, smitten with her. She decided to give him a chance and went out with him for a couple months. He purposed they become mates and she accepted. Secretariat moved in with her at the farm part time, un able to leave his adoptive sister, and afraid of Pheobe’s owner who might shoot him.
Other:
Pheobe, while happy on the farm,
she wishes she could be some little girls pet, smothered in attention and
love.