Name: Bunny
Nicknames: Prissy Pooch or Prissy Pup (Street/Stray dog slang; it's used to refer to or tease a female puppy or dog who lives as a House Pet. Prissy Pup is a unisex name; both male and female House Pets have been called this); other nicknames are open
Age: Depends on use, but she is currently Angel's age
Sex: Female
Species: Canis familiaris
Breed: She is a mix of many different breeds, mostly spitzes, including Lhasa Apso, but the Tibetan Spaniel in her stands out more
Personality: Like her mother, Champaign, Bunny enjoys the finer things in life along with its "other sides". She is a sweet, innocent soul and can be quiet ignorant at times, but she's still in a learing stage. Bunny has a caring attitude, she won't hesitate to check in on you and see if you need anything or extra help; she loves the feeling she gets after helping someone. Unlike her mother, Bunny isn't a flirt, and she's pretty bad at catching the attention of males; her sister, Angel, was always better in that department. Bunny is a spunky, entergetic pup though she may not look it on the outside; she has a firy determination burning within her veins and a heart of gold.

Relationships

Parents: Champaign and an unknown male
Blood-related Siblings: Angel
Half Siblings: Three unnamed puppies from Champaign's litter with Zorro
Aunts: Peg
Uncles: N/A
Nieces: N/A
Nephews: N/A
Grandmothers: N/A
Grandfathers: N/A

Crush: No one yet
Crushes on her: Open, just ask
Future Mate(s) (NOT OPEN): Undecided
Puppies (NOT OPEN): Undecided
Friends (OPEN): Her best friend is her sister Angel. Other than that, she doesn't refer to anyone as "Friends"
Enemies: Luckily, she hasn't made any

History
Both Bunny and Angel were from the same littler. Champaign had given birth in the large park north of the Snob Hill area, and was very suprised at the fact that she'd given birth to only two small females. Of course, she had no idea where their father was and she was just a little concerened with the future wellbeing of her newborns, they were so small, bu the larger dog loved them nevertheless; Champaign named the slightly older one Angel, thinking that she was such a lovely little girl from the begginig, and she named the other girl Bunny because of the puppy's small, pink nose and many whiskers on her face, something that, oddly. enough, Angel lacked since all of Champaign's previous puppies had whiskers.

Bunny and her sister grew up together and it was rare to see one without the other; the two sisters were closer than the best of friends. At about four or five weeks old, Champaign moved Angel and Bunny to a safer location: an abandoned alleyway on the outskirts of Snob Hill. Within the timeframe of two months, the girls and their single mother had a very hard time surviving; Bunny even experienced a near-death-experience with the flu, but lucky for her, the puppy's immune system was strong enough to ward the virus off. Angel never caught the flue or even a cold for that matter. Even though things got hard and their lives were threatened practically everyday, Champaign never left her daughters' sides and told them that "Mommy will always be there for you." And she kept her word, which is something Bunny still remembers her by; however, that vow was broken one day when Champaign, fed up with the lack of food around their home, went off to find them a meal. Bunny and her sister played tug-o-war and some rounds of tag, but they soon tired in their games and retired to an old, worn and chewed up tire. Both girls lied in the large hole in the middle and soon drifted off to sleep, awaiting their mother's return. Bunny was the first to wake when she heard crunching nearby; the yellow female opened sleep-heavy eyes to be greeted not by her mother, but a tall man in uniform wielding a handled net. "Angel!" she yelled, eyes wide as she shoved her sister who was asleep behind her. "Run! Angel, run!" The command immediately got the darker colored puppy to her feet and moving and Bunny was already passing her, but soon skidded to a stop. She didn't even bother to look back. Bunny whirled around to see Angel in midair, halfway in the net. The man advanced forward and grabbed Bunny by the scruff and headed for his car further behind them.
Suddenly, in a yellow blur, their mother leapt at the man and sunk her inch-and-a-half deep canines into the attacker's hand; he instinctivly opened his bloodied hand and Bunny fell to the ground. Angel was next and hit the ground with a hrad thud.
After receiving the order to run and hide, the girls did so, hiding right outside the alley behind a few toppled trashcans. Soon, the snarling and barking from the alley ceased and Angel and Bunny could only think the worst when the man returned, red spots on his shirt and the handle of the net, and took the siblings to the back of his car where he tossed them in like worthless pieces of trash. Angel assured Bunny that they'd still be together during the ride, but another promise was broken that day and Bunny was seperated from her sister immediately after they entered the pound.
Bunny was examined, almost nutured, and given painful shots to ward off diseases all by herslef. She felt so alone without Angel being there even though the darker puppy was about six cages down on the otherside of the room. Bunny was adopted a week later as a Christmas present for a little girl who was suffering from hearing loss.
At first, Bunny rejected everything about House Pet life and the family as well. She was a horrible puppy and, once, after chaining her up outside, the father had even suggested taking her back to the pound and getting his daughter an older dog. Unfortunately for him, not only did the mother disagree, but his daughter, who could read lips, disagreed as well. Due to a two-to-one vote, Bunny was let back in the house. She'd also heard of the plan, but soon realized that if she were to go back, she might as well be dead. Bunny eventually straghtened up and began enjoying House Pet life, but her owners never got her a collar, so she doesn't let other street dogs find out that she's a 'Prissy Pooch'. Hopefully they'll never find out.

Interests
Likes: Being a stray, her family, free food, other puppies, having fun, House Pet life (sorta kinda) Street dog life (very much), her sister and mother
Dislikes: Being ordered around, not being able to find her puppies, having to stay with a human family for more than one day
Hates:The dog catcher, pounds, House Pet life (to a point) others who pick on her and call her "Prissy Pooch"
Fears: That she'll never meet up with her mother or Angel again; the dog catcher

Appearance
Fur Color: A light champaign or tannish color similar to her mother's
Marking Colors: White, brown, and tan
Eye Color: A warm brown color
Body Build: Her bone structure is that of a Tibetan Spaniel, but she has the fur of a Lhasa Apso.

Her Relation to the Lady and the Tramp Universe: She Champaign's daughter, the mother to her and Angel; Peg is her aunt, but she doesn't know it