Headshot pic (c) Cat

Name: Tyee (by his original family; pronounced “tie-EE”) Tybalt (his old name)
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Breed: Chow Chow and some Cão Fila De São Miguel dog
Parents: Unknown (they were shot when he was younger)
Mate: Unknown (not sure if I’m going to make him one yet)
Children: Unknown

Personality: Tyee is daring and affable and has a tendency to roam. Tyee sometimes end up getting a bit aggressive without realizing it. Although he may be somewhat reserved with strangers, he will greet family and friends with enthusiasm. He is not a leader but a follower. He has a keen sense of proprietorship. He is very intelligent and can figure out problems rather quickly but is too lazy to give out this information to others. Tyee tends to be independent and aloof for much of the day, keeping a comfortable distance from others while staying within earshot. He is too cowardly to lead and was often a pain to be around because all he did was complain about everything. (He got over this when he got older) At first when he started complaining his mother would try to help him with his every need ‘til she grew weary and bored. Now she learns to tune him out though it bothers her greatly to ignore her “needy” child. He barks a lot and drives humans crazy. He speaks with a very thick Russian accent; his English is so poor he rarely speaks and gets rather snippy when others bother him with stupid questions.

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Hates:
Fears: Children, they make him nervous and he is very guarded around them.

History: When Tyee was a pup he would follow his mother everywhere. One summer morning Tyee followed his master into the house one day and caused a lot of mischief, he ate his master’s favorite scarf. As punishment he was put in a crate by the window for a few hours. The heat of the small unventilated space finally got to him. Tyee started panting and complaining loudly, but his father ignored him and scolded “Shh! It isn’t that hot.” His tongue started swelling to cool him down. He started panicking because of how hot it was and barked uncontrollably. When his mother came in to see what all the ruckus was about she saw her son’s anxious expression and red gums. She knew it was heat stroke and panicked. She started scratching at the crate and barking. “Oh NO! Oh, no no no no No!” Tyee stared at his mother with a dizzy expression. He collapsed. His mother freaked out and ran to go find her master. When they returned in her master saw the collapsed pup and tried to wake him. Unfortunately Tyee had slipped into a coma by then and his temperature was still way too high. Their master thought he was dead and started crying. He brought the puppy outside and dumped him by a creek bed. The water tickled over his limp body, then he felt a warm tongue on his hind leg and it slowly started to go over his whole body. When Tyee woke up all he could remember was the warmth.
What I plan to do with it: He will be one of the main characters in my story Crazy Comes In Boxes
Other: He has a “black” tongue that is very common in the chowchow breed.