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So I take it im accepted

Cracker nodds her head and Tristie is yoo busy watching a butterfly flutter over her head. Poor Tristie, Cracker just snapped it to it's death with her powerful jaws. Bie bie butterfly! Tristie nodds too. Welcome to our rp.

Name: Mack
Age: 1 year
Breed: German shepherd purebred
Dog/Handler: um, Robert Bell Jackson.
Personality: he’s quite, but aggressive if needs to be
History: he was born in Alabama, and then he was bought by some nice people after he ended up in the pound, then he was transported to the military after he got in a dog fight and they thought he was “unsafe” and “unreliable”.
Best Friend: Cracker and Co.
Crush: Open
Something Special About Your Dog: He has a scar and a chipped ear from the dog fight.
Extra: he has a chipped tooth.
Accessories: Metal chain collar and army harness
Post Color: black

Also, do we have to play the handlers?

also, here's a pic of his scars.

Accepted, very nice. I guess we can start, nice pic, too. If anyone else wants to join, it's a gogetter. Yeah, but no bios for the handlers. Unless someone wnats to join as one.

Would you like me to play the last pup?

Go for it. Bio needed, as you know, but we can start. Can I get at least 6 sentences for your first post? It will help introduce your character. And if you want to be the master of someone els's charrie, please PM me, them, and then post a bio, or IF ANYONE DOESN'T WANT TO BE THEIR DOGS TRAINER, SAY SO BEFORE YOUR FIRST POS SO WE KNOW THAT THAT PERSON IS TAKEN. Please note, though, even if you are a dog's master, the dog of the team will reserve the right to add speaking parts in the dog's post. PM me if you don't get that.....


Cracker sat in the chopper waiting for it to take off. "We are going to Bien Hoa tonight Cracker," Private Rick Hanski told the well behaved German shepard. Benwa! "Youre a good dog," another soldier said. Good dog! A few guys stepped on the plane. Cracker growled them away. She didn't like people coming too close to Rick. The chopper took off into the sunset heading towards Ben Hoa. As soon as the chopper landed, Cracker tore off across the field. She waited for Rick to tell her it was ok to play before she ran off into the shelters where they slept at night. There was Tristie and Bruno, lying in their crates. Cracker pawed Tristie's face to get her to come and play.
"Cracker! It's hot out here and I've been here with Twenty all day!" Tristie whined. "Bruno's been out in the field too!"
"And that's stopping you from having fun?" Cracker asked.
"Well, no," Tristie admitted. She joined Cracker in running and waited for Bruno to come along. The three played until they say their guys coming back. Then they bolted across the fields and all sat patiently in front of them, begging for food.
"Is this what you want?" Cracker couldn't understand Rick, but she smelled something good. Weiner! She snapped it up eagerly. She watched as Tristie accepted a peice of steak from Twenty and Bruno eat up the lima beans Cody brought for him. Then she looked up to the west. A chopper had landed and men were unloading crates. Rick pet her head and ran off to help them. "Come on, let's go see what's in 'em!" Cracker cried, eager to see. They were placed somewhere near her's and Tristie's and Bruno's, but, still. She trotted up to them and sniffed at a dog's nose. She didn't reconise him. Wait. Somethin' was up. They were all pups. And they didn't look like they knew what they were doing...
Tristie noticed that too. A young pup sniffed her nose and pawed her face. She growled. Tristie didn't like the situation and went back to her kennel.
Cracker sniffed her. She was lying on her side, not being Tristie. She sniffed again.
"Oh, Cracker! I miss my brother!!!" Tristie cried.
"I know, I know. it's ok,' Cracker sighed, sitting next to Tristie's kennel.
"Hey, look," Tristie replied, looking past Cracker. "The dogs are unloading." The friends gazed at the sight. All these young pup, untrained, not listening to their trainers. It was a ridiculous sight, all in all.

((I'll play my dogs tariners. There bios will come later.))

Name: Zeus
Age: 7 months
Breed: German shepherd purebred
Dog/Handler: None/Alex
Personality: He seems country like, and loves children. He is very playful, but can be strict when he needs to be.
History: Unkwnon
Best Friend: Open
Crush: Open
Something Special About Your Dog: O.o he used to be in the fightining ring.. when he was two months old.
Extra: He looks like any old german shepherd. Brown and Black.
Accessories: brwon leather collar
Post Color: Me

((I'll play my owner))

Dagger leapt over a younger pup who snapped playfuly at his heel,Then his owner came up "here boy" he called,Dagger ignored him.The two year old mongrel sniffed around for a bit.His owners atempts to get him back were fruitless until he got out a small piece of hotdog.DAgger looked at nhim for a second before trotting over but when he got near the man slipped a lead on him.DAgger bolted off dragging the man behind him till he let go.He walked for a while not realising he was passing Crackers kennel.

(I'm not playing handlers.) Ok, here's a start. And is it ok if he has a crush on Tritsie or Cracker?

Mack got off the helicopter with Robert, (Bob for short). He tugged on his leash and jumped at Cracker, but Bob was strong. He nearly strangled himself against the leash. He coughed, then finnally laid down, not moving. I don't wanna, he told himself, I miss my girl, Sasha. She didn't want me to leave, but Mom and Dad, the big ones, did. He finnally sighed and got up, and walked like he was supposed to for Sasha, because he seemed to understand the two female dogs he walked past thought he wasn't acting right. Then he resumed trying to pull Bob's arm out of his socket, having the advantage of going down a hill. Then, he was shoved into a kennel, much like the ones at the pound, and he whined and pawed at the door, untill the man hit him with a stick and he stopped. Then he fell alseep, because he wanted tobe rested up so he could defeat his trainer again tomorrow.

Dagger saw Cracker walk up to the oter dog.She was the most stunning dog he'd seen in his life,But he realised he didn't have a hope.He walked up to Tixie "ummm...Hi my names Dagger,whats yours" he asked smiling.

((sorry writers block))

"USA" he said Grinning "though Some would say that I'm not the best example of an american dog" he laughed finding himself liking this dog already.He tried to keep the conversation going "So what do we do here?" he asked.

"Oh,I'm sorry...I didnt mean to upset you"Dagger said worried."are you ok?! he asked.