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Blueberry Pawpad has a minion!
Whipped Cream the Babboo
Whipped Cream the Babboo
Blueberry Pawpad
Legacy Name: Blueberry Pawpad
The
Dusk RuffieOwner:
sphinxeswithoutsecretsAge: 11 years, 9 months, 1 day
Born: August 16th, 2012
Adopted: 11 years, 9 months, 1 day ago
Adopted: August 16th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
First art by Stencil ♥ ,
second art by Juvenile ♥ !
I was just a puppy when I was abandoned. I don't know who my parents were or why they left me alone. I roamed the streets aimlessly, eating out of garbage cans and sleeping in dark alleyways. Each morning, I strolled by The Bake Shop, peering through the window at all the baked goods. My eyes always fell upon the Blueberry Cookie Cheesecake. I longed to taste it one day.
Sometimes the red head that worked there would come outside and give me leftover bread. It was usually stale or burnt, but it was better than digging through the trash. My favorite bread was the Blueberry Bread, and I think she knew that. She gave it to me more often than not. Sometimes she'd even sneak me out a freshly baked Blueberry Donut. I always licked the frosting off first.
It soon became apparent that I'd developed an obsession with blueberries. My nose was getting better at detective work, so finding blueberry bushes was a daily routine. After devouring an entire bush of blueberries one day, I was covered in the fruit's juices. The red head noticed this and brought me inside The Bake Shop to give me a bath. It was my first bath ever.
I knew she felt bad for me, but I knew she couldn't afford to take me in as her own. She worked at that shop day and night just to get by. I felt bad for her, too. I'd grown to really like the girl, and she really liked me too. After my bath, she dried me off and toasted a Blueberry Glaze Croissant. She cut it in half and we sat on the floor eating it together.
"I wish I could find you a home, sweetheart," she said to me, patting my head, "I've been asking around for weeks."
I was surprised. I wasn't aware she was trying to find me a place to live. Looking around the shop, I noticed flyers with a picture of me on it. I didn't even know she took a picture of me.
Suddenly, a girl barged into the shop, her hair flying in all directions. She had dark brown messy hair and wore the most thrown together outfit I'd ever seen. The exact opposite of the red headed baker I'd grown to love. She took a long whiff of the shop's air before sighing and smiling brightly.
"Smells like home," she said happily.
"What can I get for you?" asked the red head.
"I'll have a loaf of white bread, a couple chocolate chip cookies, - and, oh, that blueberry cookie cheesecake sure looks delicious. I'll take the whole cake," she was licking her lips with excitement. I was nearly drooling, imagining digging into that cheesecake.
After the red head put together the girl's order, the girl paid and turned to leave the shop. That's when we made eye contact.
"Oh, no wonder it smelled so much like home! I had a dog back home, and I'm quite a baker myself," she said to the red head, "so all the scents in here are familiar to me."
"She's up for adoption, actually, if you'd like some company during your stay here on Subeta," the red head pointed out, winking at me.
"That's absolutely perfect," the girl ran up to me and ruffled my hair, "you like Blueberry Glaze Croissants?"
I realized I hadn't finished eating yet. I nodded my head, licking my lips.
"What if I name you Blueberry Pawpad?" She lifted me into her arms, "how does that sound?"
I barked happily. I liked the name. I liked her. I followed her out of the shop after saying my goodbyes and we made our way to her home. She's quite the baker, actually, so I get my fill of blueberry sweets. Especially that Dusk Potion.
Usually she has all kinds of snacks laying around the kitchen. I smelled blueberry more intensely than ever before, so I automatically assumed the liquid sitting on the kitchen counter was blueberry juice she'd bought just for me! Boy was I wrote. It tasted like blueberries going down, but as soon as I finished drinking it, I felt my entire body relax. I almost felt numb. Before I knew it, my paws were blue. I ran to look in a mirror, and the rest of my fur was also blue.
When my mom got home, she had mixed feelings. "I mean, I bought that potion for you, but you could have asked permission before you drank it all!"
I felt really bad, but she eventually got over it. I never ate or drank anything without her permission ever again.
The night Whipped Cream showed up at our door was a great night. It was thunder storming outside, so the tap-tap-tap of his paw against the door was barely audible. Eventually I heard it, though, and let the little white blob inside. He was soaked and covered in mud. My mom cleaned him off and poured him a little bowl of cream to drink. He really enjoyed it, and we both really enjoyed him, so we decided to keep him living with us. Due to his love for cream, she appropriately named the little fellow Whipped Cream.
second art by Juvenile ♥ !
I was just a puppy when I was abandoned. I don't know who my parents were or why they left me alone. I roamed the streets aimlessly, eating out of garbage cans and sleeping in dark alleyways. Each morning, I strolled by The Bake Shop, peering through the window at all the baked goods. My eyes always fell upon the Blueberry Cookie Cheesecake. I longed to taste it one day.
Sometimes the red head that worked there would come outside and give me leftover bread. It was usually stale or burnt, but it was better than digging through the trash. My favorite bread was the Blueberry Bread, and I think she knew that. She gave it to me more often than not. Sometimes she'd even sneak me out a freshly baked Blueberry Donut. I always licked the frosting off first.
It soon became apparent that I'd developed an obsession with blueberries. My nose was getting better at detective work, so finding blueberry bushes was a daily routine. After devouring an entire bush of blueberries one day, I was covered in the fruit's juices. The red head noticed this and brought me inside The Bake Shop to give me a bath. It was my first bath ever.
I knew she felt bad for me, but I knew she couldn't afford to take me in as her own. She worked at that shop day and night just to get by. I felt bad for her, too. I'd grown to really like the girl, and she really liked me too. After my bath, she dried me off and toasted a Blueberry Glaze Croissant. She cut it in half and we sat on the floor eating it together.
"I wish I could find you a home, sweetheart," she said to me, patting my head, "I've been asking around for weeks."
I was surprised. I wasn't aware she was trying to find me a place to live. Looking around the shop, I noticed flyers with a picture of me on it. I didn't even know she took a picture of me.
Suddenly, a girl barged into the shop, her hair flying in all directions. She had dark brown messy hair and wore the most thrown together outfit I'd ever seen. The exact opposite of the red headed baker I'd grown to love. She took a long whiff of the shop's air before sighing and smiling brightly. "Smells like home," she said happily.
"What can I get for you?" asked the red head.
"I'll have a loaf of white bread, a couple chocolate chip cookies, - and, oh, that blueberry cookie cheesecake sure looks delicious. I'll take the whole cake," she was licking her lips with excitement. I was nearly drooling, imagining digging into that cheesecake.
After the red head put together the girl's order, the girl paid and turned to leave the shop. That's when we made eye contact.
"Oh, no wonder it smelled so much like home! I had a dog back home, and I'm quite a baker myself," she said to the red head, "so all the scents in here are familiar to me."
"She's up for adoption, actually, if you'd like some company during your stay here on Subeta," the red head pointed out, winking at me.
"That's absolutely perfect," the girl ran up to me and ruffled my hair, "you like Blueberry Glaze Croissants?"
I realized I hadn't finished eating yet. I nodded my head, licking my lips.
"What if I name you Blueberry Pawpad?" She lifted me into her arms, "how does that sound?"
I barked happily. I liked the name. I liked her. I followed her out of the shop after saying my goodbyes and we made our way to her home. She's quite the baker, actually, so I get my fill of blueberry sweets. Especially that Dusk Potion.
Usually she has all kinds of snacks laying around the kitchen. I smelled blueberry more intensely than ever before, so I automatically assumed the liquid sitting on the kitchen counter was blueberry juice she'd bought just for me! Boy was I wrote. It tasted like blueberries going down, but as soon as I finished drinking it, I felt my entire body relax. I almost felt numb. Before I knew it, my paws were blue. I ran to look in a mirror, and the rest of my fur was also blue.
When my mom got home, she had mixed feelings. "I mean, I bought that potion for you, but you could have asked permission before you drank it all!"
I felt really bad, but she eventually got over it. I never ate or drank anything without her permission ever again.
The night Whipped Cream showed up at our door was a great night. It was thunder storming outside, so the tap-tap-tap of his paw against the door was barely audible. Eventually I heard it, though, and let the little white blob inside. He was soaked and covered in mud. My mom cleaned him off and poured him a little bowl of cream to drink. He really enjoyed it, and we both really enjoyed him, so we decided to keep him living with us. Due to his love for cream, she appropriately named the little fellow Whipped Cream.
Pet Treasure
Blueberry Pie
Blueberry Doughnut
Blueberry Toaster Pastry
Blueberry Cookie Cheesecake
Blueberry Eclair
Blueberry Glaze Croissant
Blueberry Kanis Gelato
Blueberry Slushie
Blueberries
Blueberry Yogurt