Post by maisie on Jan 2, 2013 8:14:29 GMT -5
m aisie
p e r f e c t b y n a t u r e
ICONS OF SELF INDULGENCE
ICONS OF SELF INDULGENCE
name ,Maisie
age ,two years even.
gender ,female
species ,Canidae
breed ,Border Collie mix
orientation ,Heterosexual
j u s t w h a t w e a l l n e e d
MORE LIES ABOUT A WORLD
MORE LIES ABOUT A WORLD
height and weight ,20 inches tall, and 36.9lbs
body type ,She is thin, and slightly muscular
fur ,Black and white, like old time photos
eyes ,Her eyes are a lovely amber brown.
outstanding ,She is a tripawd.
overall appearance ,Maisie is a classic border collie. Black, White, and brown make up her body. Her eyes, are brown. A lovely shade of amber adds color to her seemingly bland coat. Said coat is black and white. So, All in all, Maisie is a normal Border collie. Except for her right foreleg. If you look at her carefully, you’ll see that it’s not there! Her gait, however, remains unaffected, a steady lope is what she does, steady as any dog. And, most likely, you’ll see her fluffy tail barely swish by you before she sprints away.
t h a t n e v e r w a s
AND NEVER WILL BE
AND NEVER WILL BE
likes ,[/li][/ul]
- Nice dogs
- All of the exiting things in life
- All of her energy
- Open space to run and explore
- Being Alone
dislikes ,
- Mean aggressive dogs.
- lack of acceptance and biasing
- Her disability
- Her condition
- Being alone
fears ,
- losing another leg
- being killed for who she is.
goals ,
- To gain acceptance of her flaws
- To find somebody who will care for her, not just take pity on her.
mental disabilities ,
Autistic
overall personality ,
[/blockquote]Maisie is an autistic tripod. Despite this, she is almost always energetic and happy.She makes the best of situations, and is very friendly, if you get past her barriers of diasabilities.She is loyal and kind, and will not deny any dog hospitality.She just does it in her own way. Maisie’s ways may be hard to interpret or understand, but they are always backed by good intentions. She would rather cower and hide than intentionally hurt one of her friends.She is a rather pacifistic dog, though.Maisie chose not to be involved with fighting, but taught herself a bit of self defense, just in case.
But when shes sad, or mad, watch out,She will sit in corner, usually mumbling words,usually ipping her head.She could do this for weeks.If you diturb her, she will lash out at you, calling out "Reaper" and curling up into a ball, guarding her leg.
h a v e y o u n o s h a m e
DON'T YOU SEE ME
DON'T YOU SEE ME
egg donor ,Cora
sperm bank ,Michael
fellow spawn ,None
overall history ,Maisie had always been different.From the day she was born; she has been different.First of all, Maisie is and was a one puppy litter, and had no siblings after.She was not very squirmy, only wiggling enough to suck the milk from her mother.Her parents, seeing as they had not yet had a litter before, did not think of it as any different. That too, changed when she became six months old.She did not play pretend with the other dogs at the breeding farm, or with her parents.Some days, you just sat there, watching everything, frantically moving her nose from side to side.Others, she would attempt to run straight, but zigzag, checking out a million different things. But when she barely responded to her name, her parents knew something was different.She had not yet made any attempts at joyful expressions, or engaged in conversation.She never looked right into someone’s eyes when speaking, which she didn’t do until she was a 15 months old.Even then, she mainly spoke to herself, sometimes repeating what had been said under her breath.Her parents knew that they had to defend her from the humans.Their special puppy wouldn’t do well in a family.
It was then that Reaper came. He reaped all of the pups who were 16 months old, and either sold them at a high price to other families or took them to the slaughterhouse. He put a harness on all of the dogs except Maisie.Her parents were trying to hide her.No family would want an dog as, well, special, as her.But Reaper found her anyway, and slipped a harness on her.When she didn’t make a beeline, and just sat, looking at things, Reaper decided one thing was clear.Maisie was a slaughter dog now.He had been viewing her over the past few months, and had debated on either option, leaning more toward slaughter.No family would want her, or pay nearly as high for little Maisy.So, he would make a small fortune selling her to the slaughterhouse.But the slaughterhouse man didn’t pay well for healthy dogs, so Reaper did the unthinkable.He shot her.He shot at her, and she tumbled down a hill, breaking one of her legs badly. It was so messed up, that the vet had to amputate it.Reaper then released her, cause the slaughterhouse wouldn’t pay him for the tripod.”Too little meat…” she remembered them saying.
It was then that she turned into a street dog, running through Norway.Well, not running; more like limping after the accident.When Reaper released her into the edge of the woods, she stood.She stood for five seconds, and fell down on her face. She dragged herself over to a river, where another dog found her.The strange dog brought Maisie food, sometimes ranging from a piece of deer meat to kibble.Each day, she looked for the strange dog, venturing deeper into the forest.She learned how to catch her own food, from mice to rabbits, as well as eating the kibble the stranger left her.The interventions became fewer as Maisie became twenty months old, and was walking, running, and even fighting a bit.She didn’t want anyone or anything touching her, especially her leg, so she taught herself some fighting while is a small city.She fought off a big Rottweiler who picked on her, and hurt her by pinning her right side.She wanted to feel her leg clawing and scratching in protest, but it didn’t.When the war came, she hid.So well, that she got lost.She was not a war activist like the others, and wanted the booming to be over.Maisie tried going away from the booming, and is here now.
y o u k n o w y o u ' v e g o t
EVERYBODY FOOLED
EVERYBODY FOOLED
puppeteer ,RIDICULE
password ,admin edit
Crack, swivel. Crack, swivel. The barely paved road shifted under the footsteps of the dog.
Thump, Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump , Thump. Only three paws touched the ground. The fourth on was not being favored in any way. It was simply missing. Her fourth, right foreleg was missing. And it had been for a while.But, Maisie trudged on, unaffected by her leg. But she would often pause, the run off to something more interesting, and then keep walking. Anything not to hear the booming. She Hated the booming. Why did stupid humans have to start fights? She stopped, and glanced over at her stub, small, fleshy skin where her leg had once been.Humans already did this to her, but why the booming? Couldn’t they fight quietly for once?
But she had heard that humans everywhere, not just here, were fighting.The dogs called it World War III.
Thump, Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump , Thump. Only three paws touched the ground. The fourth on was not being favored in any way. It was simply missing. Her fourth, right foreleg was missing. And it had been for a while.But, Maisie trudged on, unaffected by her leg. But she would often pause, the run off to something more interesting, and then keep walking. Anything not to hear the booming. She Hated the booming. Why did stupid humans have to start fights? She stopped, and glanced over at her stub, small, fleshy skin where her leg had once been.Humans already did this to her, but why the booming? Couldn’t they fight quietly for once?
But she had heard that humans everywhere, not just here, were fighting.The dogs called it World War III.
When were the first “World Wars?” I bet they were quieter.[/center
She thought, before resting.Under a great Oak tree, she lay down. Her legs had been hauling butt; her butt. They had done the work of four legs, and were on fire. Maisie took this time to look around, zoning in and out on exciting things.How peaceful it was here, in Norway. Why did the peace need to be stopped for fighting? Maisie didn’t like fighting. Mostly, because she loses a lot. A word came to mind.It meant that she didn’t like fighting. Pacifist, that was it.Maisie was a pacifist.She tried sounding it out, and barked slowly.
She thought, before resting.Under a great Oak tree, she lay down. Her legs had been hauling butt; her butt. They had done the work of four legs, and were on fire. Maisie took this time to look around, zoning in and out on exciting things.How peaceful it was here, in Norway. Why did the peace need to be stopped for fighting? Maisie didn’t like fighting. Mostly, because she loses a lot. A word came to mind.It meant that she didn’t like fighting. Pacifist, that was it.Maisie was a pacifist.She tried sounding it out, and barked slowly.
“Pasifict! Packifist. Pessimist. Paci-fist. Pacifist!”
This was how Maisie solved all hard to say words. But she never did it in front of other dogs. They Bully her for her condition, and hurt her because of her disability.
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