indiana.

[indiana.]

name
indiana
gender
vixen
age
four years
breed
shepherd, samoyed mix
description
Indiana is completely white, with eyes as blue as the sky and claws as khaki as old womans pants. His coat is on the longer side, and hardly ever gets tangled together with other locks of fur. In the glitter of the moon, she looks almost like a ghost, especially when she closes those sapphire blue eyes of hers. The female has her head naturally held high, some believe that her father was the one to teach her how to strut. But, truely, it is only the way her spine bends. Her tail is curled over her back in a fluid loop, laying gracefully upon her hind end and ruffles in even the softest wind, as does the rest of her fluffy coat.
behavior
Indeed, Indiana does have this proud sense to her. She enjoys to strut instead of stroll, but never boast instead of banter. Indiana knows how to live on the streets, for she has been living without a human for years now. She is also very outgoing, yet sometimes slightly snappy. Indiana is both good and evil, angry and delighted, glad and upset. She has many sides to her split personality, even when you think you got her down there is something that you haven't discovered just yet. All in all, Indiana is extremely confusing to her peers. She likes to talk, and can never stay in one place for that long, which is why she has the perfect qualities of a loner. Yet, if she really wanted to, she would join some time organization.
history
Indiana was born in Newton, Masscusetts, along with five other puppies. She was the youngest, yet one of the strongest of the litter. Yes, you may be used to hearing, "Oh, little Fido was the weakest of the litter, and he could barely walk or eat!" yeah. Indiana definitely wasn't one of the weakest. But, she was the only female.
You can imagine being the only girl in a family of five other boys and just a mother to take care of you. You wouldn't be the type of girl that just had to have that pearly white nail polish, you would be the girl who just had to sign up for the football team and win that Superbowl. That was exactly Indiana's case, she didn't care about what her coat looked like nor how messy it got. As long as it kept her warm in the winter and didn't overheat her in the summer, it was fine with her.
She was born into a family with eight human children, both split equally when it came to genders. Four girls and four boys, obviously. The four boys really didn't want to be seen with a girl dog, so they went out and grabbed the nearest bulls and named them. I haven't the time to list those lucky four who got named by the guys right now, so let's skip to the unfortunate two who were left with the girls, all younger than the four boys. Michelle, Natty, Maddy, and Klara their names were, the eldest being Maddy and working downwards to Klara. Natty, the second youngest, without hesitation grabbed Indiana's oldest brother, the runt of the litter, and named him Tiger. Natty, even though she was only four, believed that a "boy-boy" dog shouldn't be named fluffy. Maddy was able to handle Indiana, though that wasn't what she named the poor mutt. She called Indiana Tally-not a particularly bad name in my opinion, but Indiana much preferred the name her mother had given her. The others, all but a single brother, went with the names their humans had given them.
Natty and Michelle had decided to share Tiger. Maddy and Klara were then forced upon eachother to share Tally. Not that it was the most miserable of moments, but Maddy wanted to have a puppy of her own, like her brothers, not have to share one with her younger sister who absolutely needed to put the puppy in a baby stroller and walk her around the house.
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Maddy was the one who ended up really taking care of Tally. By the time she was three months old, Tally was housebroken, taught how to sit, stay, come, pounce, lay down, fetch, stay in the yard without a leash, and beg. Roll over and play dead were simply refused to be done, but she at least had gotten everything else checked off. Maddy taught Tally the simple idea of trying to get a basketball into a hoop, yet she started off with those small, plastic balls that two year olds often played with. Tally was able to, after some hard training, get the ball into the hoop (an eight footer) with just a snap of her muzzle.
Eventually, Maddy's parents decided there were way too many dogs around. Tiger, Venge (Tally's older brother) and Lace (another of Tally's older brothers) were sold off to neighbors, leaving only Tally, Kurt, and Lerik left. When Maddy went off to middle school, Tally was often left alone with her brothers, who volunteered to play with her. On a splendid day while her twelve year old owner was at school, Tally spotted a blue minivan outside. It didn't take her long to realize that it was the fathers van, and he came into the house empty handed to simply seize two of the puppies (Tally and Kurt) and bring them into the van.
They were effortlessly stuffed into a single crate, not that Maddy's father wasn't at all merciless. He just wanted the puppies gone-it was way too much work for him to handle. The car drove on for a long time, halting suddenly. The sound of soft lapping water echoed in the young dogs ears as they were taken out of the crate and dropped off by the side of the Charles River.
Kurt died soon after due to starvation, Tally kept on going. Eventually, she was found by the pound, and given to yet another set of humans. Those humans were the Florence family, an elderly couple that had thought Tally (or Indiana) was a senior dog. They let her out into their back yard, when Tally seized the chance to run. She had, for a little while, tried desperately to find her way back to Maddy. She had developed something like love for the twelve year old, but had never succeeded in finding that now broken family. (Soon after Kurt and Tally were puppynapped, Klara and her mother died from a cancer disease, soon followed by two of Maddy's older brothers)
And, here she is, still wandering these empty roads. A loner she is, and a loner she is forevermore.