Name: Hanai(ha-nyee) her name is hawaiian, meaning a foster or adopted child
Age: 5 weeks
Breed: lapinporkoira/smooth collie/border collie
Parents: unknown
Personality: very skittish, shy, catious, and doesn't trust anyone/dog
Likes: sunshine, flowers, swimming, getting a decent meal
Dislikes: mean dogs/people, storms, being alone(yet she is most of the time), violence, fighting, pain, nightime, guns, sticks, knives, glass bottles, nets, white trucks
History: Hanai's parents where both lone street dogs, so when she was born, they did their best to find a safe, dry place to raise her. The closest thing they could find was a crate in a alleyway. When she was 2 weeks old, her father went out to raid the butcher shop one night. Unfortently, he brought back unwanted company. Sevral drunk men had followed him. Hanai's father had seen drunk men before, and he told Hanai's mother to take her and run. After Hanai's mother had grabbed her and ran, she squirmed loose and ran back to help her father. But she got there just in time to see the men beating him with sticks, bottles, and knives. She stood there horror struck, while one of the men pulled out a gun, then shot her dad. Her mother came back, took one look, grabbed her and ran. Hanai was too stunned to protest.
Her mother was able to find a place under a porch where they could stay. Her mother wasn't as good as stealing as her father had been, so they didn't eat everyday. One day Hanai woke to the sound of growling and barking, she looked out and saw her mother facing a large snarling dog. A woman came out of the house, gasped, then ran back in. About ten minutes later, Hanai saw a white truck pull up a few feet away. A man and a woman got out, one carrying a stick the other a net. Hanai froze when she saw the stick, and her mother growled louder as they came closer. The man thrust his stick at her, and a rope at the end caught around her neck. Hanai watched in horror as they started dragging her away, threw her in the white truck, then left. Hanai waited until the other dog was gone before running in the direction the truck went, but she couldn't find it.
Now 3 1/2 weeks old, Hanai was on her own. She tried raiding the butcher shop, but she was eaither chased off by the butcher, or some other dogs would steal her meat. She rumeged through garbege cans and dumpsters, but rarley she found anything. Once in awhile she'd find a house that had a bowl of milk out on the porch, so she'd drink that.
Other: shes convinced that the pack will just get up and leave her, so she doesn't socialize with anyone(at least not yet)
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0.0 wow!! Amazing! I love how you explained how she got her fears! I bet Slayer would take good care of her.....maybe even adopt her as a daughter!!
