Custom Chibi Jollin
Draviel
I am Chance. THE Chance…Therefore you have to play with me. That’s how these things work, just ask my Mom. She tells me all sorts of stuff! She also calls me all sorts of stuff…but that doesn’t have anything to do with playing with me! Now play! Ruff!!
You’re not going to play are you? If I tell you a story will you play? Wait…of course you will! Everyone plays with Chance!
Ok…here goes my story. But you have to stay right where you are, because if you so much as move, we will play. You got that?
So yeah, my name is Chance. Though if you ask my Mom I am also Little Man, Fluff - a - Butt, Little Angel, or what my Aunt likes to call me, Little Demon. Lots of little, though, and I don’t know why. I think I am BIG! Those toys don’t stand a chance! See what I did there? Ruff!
Anyway, when I first came to be with my Mom, I hid under things a lot. You see, I went on this HUGE journey in a rumbly thing, and the trees outside were going by really fast. It was so cool. Then I took a nap. Then I tried to jump up on some things, but the rumbling made me almost fall a lot…it was fun! Then I took another nap!
Once we finally stopped, I was brought into a new house where some other dogs were. I totally hid from them. Don’t tell them, but I thought they smelled funny. Everyone seemed friendly enough, though, so I came out now and then to say hi. I tried to play with some of them, but they didn’t seem to like me very much. Which makes no sense because I am ADORABLE! Just ask my Mom! Anyway, it took some time, but I learned how to play with the others. Apparently they liked to play with me more when I stopped trying to chew on their faces. Lips are just so squishy, you know?
I played a lot with my new people, too! I would grab onto my rope, and my Mom would spin the rope around her and I would just slide. It felt good on my tummy because the floor was cold.
That’s how life was for a while. It was awesome! Radar is my favorite, though I’m not sure I’m his favorite. I try to get him to play ALL the time, you know…nose bopping him in the eye, the ear, the neck, the face, the belly…sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. When it does work, we will play the chasey game where I run away and we run laps through the house. Until Radar tries to turn around and head me off in the other direction…but I know that trick now because I change directions, too ;) Then there’s the wrestle game. That one is always fun. We rear up like the mighty Corgis we are! Until I get squished. Mom says I’m only about 23 pounds…Radar is 31! But I hold my own…because I am THE Chance!
Izzy and Caleb are cool. We play a lot! Though I don’t like Caleb. I HATE when he gets near MY dragons. Gotta keep him away. I share with everyone else, though. My Aunt says that is why I am Little Demon. I still don’t know what that means. I’m just livin’ life! Ruff!!!
Anyway, I’m not sure where my name came from. My Mom always calls me her second chance, but I can never find the first chance. I know she moved from some place called California. She gets kind of sad when she talks about this Dusty thing. I think that was a dog that lived here before I got here. She had him for many years, and shortly after coming to Arizona, Dusty went away. Arizona was supposed to be a fun new beginning, but she said it was more like an end. It was a good year or so until I got here. When she gets sad I make sure to bring her one of my dragon toys. They make me feel better, so they must make everyone feel better! Radar told me to lick her face, but I think the toys work better. Sometimes her face gets all salty…toys are definitely the way to go. I mean, they can even talk!
I talk all the time with Caidra…she was the first dragon I ever met. It was my first Christmas, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. I used to try to feed her, but Mom said I shouldn’t put her in my bowl anymore. I got the idea from Radar. He had Foxy in his bowl, and Foxy was a lot happier. So was Caidra…until Mom got involved! But that is ok, I hare a lot of secrets with Caidra…we giggle a lot, so she is still happy. I try to take her to bed with me, but Mom doesn’t like our conversations at night. So now I just take my blanky to bed.
Don’t look at me like THAT. Toys can to talk! They squeak, and then I say something, and then they squeak again…that is the definition of a conversation. You know…that thing we aren’t having because I am doing the story telling so that you will play with me :D
So grab that toy…well…any of those toys. You’ve got about five to choose to from there. They were always there!!! Yes, even my blanky was always there. A towel? That is not a towel. That is a blanky. What is a towel? We all have balnkies here. Mom has some hanging up in potty room, but I can’t have those. She’s greedy. I at least share my blankies. She’s lucky I love her.
NOW PLAY WITH ME! *throws a sixth toy into your lap*
Credits:Profile by Ziva
Profile art and overlay by Draviel
Rewritten story by Dracoren
