Name: Junkyard
Nickname: With a name like Junkyard- what do you think?
Marital Status: Had a few torrid romances, but nothing exclusive.
Age: 21 (that's 3 for you humans)
Height: 25 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 85lb
Body: Agile, lean, and hairy
Physical Condition: excellent from showing over eager pups how to do the drills properly all day. Can pace my human's stomper for hours on end.
Eyes: big, brown, and perfect for begging
Hair Colour & Style: shaggy at the moment, but very thick and full
Hands: Distinguishing Feature: A lopsided, tongue-lolling grin
Characteristic Gestures: Nothing says hello like a nose in the crotch.
Race: Purebred German Shepherd
Religion: Naturist
Background: One of six, my brothers and sisters have all since moved on.
Never met my father. Occasionally see my mother, who has since retired to
the back porch. I currently live in a cabin just up the hill from where I
was born.
Schooling: Obedience school graduate, with advanced training in olfactory
tracking. Minored in defensive posturing, vocal training. Picked up
brawling in the alleyway- not in school proper.
Areas of Expertise: Finding lost humans, tracking up clean floors, looking
doggable.
Occupation: Tracking expert
If SAR, Motivation: My human has these little bacon things. . . I'd find a
grain of salt in a snowstorm for 'em.
Previous experience in this field: Well, you might say I was born for it.
Where trained: The folks that raised be taught me. How: Dedication, long
hours, and did I mention the bacon things?
Equipment Experience: The nose came built in.
Weapons Experience: So'd the teeth.
Short Term Goals: Make my human happy, play a game of fetch in the near
future.
Long Term Goals: Someday, *way* into the future- I'll retire and turn my
human over to one of my pups
Short Term Needs: As long as you're asking, I've got an itch . . .right. . .
about. . . THERE!
Long Term Needs: A retirement plan would be nice. But my human's a good
enough sort- for a human. I definitely see a cedar tick in front of the
fireplace in my future. Oh wait, that's in my present. Guess I'm set.
Extrovert/Introvert: I'm not shy. I'll make friends with just 'bout anyone.
Eccentricities.
Favourite Sayings: "For the love of Lassie" "I'll 'Rin-Tin-Tin' you all
right "
IQ: Smart enough to find foolish humans who wander about the woods without
the benefit of a fur coat of their own.
Temperament: It *is* a dogs life. Pretty mellow. No one, but *No One*
better mess with my family. I don't want to scare y'all, but I am a trained
killer. . . well, at least a maimer. I have a fierce growl.
Methods of Handling Anger/Rage: Hackles up. . . and growl. Throw in a
little slobber, flash some teeth. Usually works for me.
Bad Habits/Vices: Slobber when excited; carouse; chase cats (though that out
to be a community service, not a vice); occasionally roll in. . . well, you
really don't want to know; been accused of having a drinking problem (It's
only a problem when humans thoughtlessly put the lid down.)
Prejudices: CATS!!!!! Small, yappy rats that masquerade as dogs. Give all
of us a bad name. CATS!!!!!
Pet Peeves: Nervous humans, little kids with sticky fingers, Cats that are
up too high to jump for.
Things that make him uncomfortable: The wash bucket and hose. Means
someone's gonna get a B_A_T_H Bath.
Most Painful Thing in Life: One word. Porcupine. 'Nuff said.
Ever Been Arrested: Once, but we got that whole 'no-tags, chasing the animal
control officer around his truck' thing cleared up eventually.
Sense of Humour: humans are a continual source of amusement, and sneaking up
on Old Silas- the barn cat.
Fears: Some of the people who've wanted to take me from my human. I hate
watching them lead pups away from the only family they know, 'specially when
the human they're being given smells off.
Hobbies/Interests: carousing; chasing cats; teasing skunks (though my human
claims that belongs in the bad-habit category; sneaking into town to see
Daisy.
Attributes about character that Turn on the Opposite Sex: I have a certain
roguish air that the ladies find irresistible.
Sexual Turn Ons: I love it when a girl puts in the effort to roll in
something really rank, just for me. Now that says class.
Turn Offs: House pets. Give me a girl who earns her keep; cold water
Clothing Style: Formal: My human ties a clean bandana around my
neck
Everyday: red, nylon collar. silver tags.
Most Crucial Experience: Picking my human. She had kind eyes and a light
touch.
Favourite Music: The Back-fence Quartet (They're bass is a St. Bernard with
a cathedral set of pipes. A chocolate lab, and golden retriever fill in the
alto-tenor positions, and a Chihuahua (not a bad guy, for a half-rat) picks
up the tenor slot.) I take Daisy to their concerts whenever I can.
Favourite Movie: Old Yeller. I just. . . Favourite Food: Leftovers ala garbage can; those bacon things
Favourite Drink: Strictly a water drinker, though I will confess to a
weakness for eau des toilettes.
Favourite Relaxation: A good belly rub does wonders for one's attitude.
Idea of a Good Date: An early am concert, followed by dinner from the
classiest dumpster in town; then an early morning romp through the forest.
And I always let the lady chase the first bird.
Vehicle Driven: Great beast of a metal thing my human seems fond of. She
always calls it an "ever-lovin' so-and-so"
Sports Participated In: Champion Cat-Chaser in my obedience school class;
Master Fetcher; perfected the art of looking cute until someone plays with me.
Ever been injured in the line of Duty: Went over some bad turf that shredded
my pads on search.
Pets: one human
Best Friend/Confidant: My human
