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Trashcan_940
Legacy Name: Trashcan_940


The Graveyard Ruffie
Owner: Shade_917

Age: 10 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: February 11th, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 11th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


I don’t remember much of the beginning. I was suddenly alive and looking around a messy room that smelled of dirt and stinky clothes. Looking down at me was a boy, blonde hair brushed his smiling eyes and his mouth was open. He was just staring at me. “It worked!” He whispered looking down at the charms in his hands. He threw them to the side and picked me up with a heave. “I finally have a dog!” He hugged me close.

I found out later that I was not a real dog. I had never been a puppy, I didn’t even have parents. I was a product of magic and things a little boy would like. Apparently mud and boogers had something to do with my making. I was a gross thing, but found no shame in it. My pelt was messy and a dull brown- almost olive- color. I had the build of a corgi, and perhaps a little bit of terrier too.

I drooled constantly, something I couldn’t control, and seemed to be much more flatulent than my fellow canines. But despite my flaws, I was loved by my boy- who was grosser than most little boys. Shortly after he made me he bought me a thick leather collar and a dogtag, but he was constantly tying other things to the metal loop that jingled at my neck. A snail’s shell that eventually broke, a fish bone which fell off, and a mummified rat he found under a woodpile. The rat has stayed with me, even now. I lived a good and gross life, filled with adventure. And I was happy… Until my boy grew up.

He stopped appreciating my slobber and farts. He could barely stand the smell or look of me. Soon he started to ignore me altogether. So I left. I never looked back- it was too painful. I only looked ahead and eventually found myself sleeping on the docks that lined the coast. I made a meal of the too-far-gone fish that sailors threw out. Actually, my gross nature made them somewhat enjoyable to eat.

I still live there now, sleeping where I can. Eating bad fish and whatever else gets thrown out. As long as I don’t have to go back to the pompous boy who once loved me, I’ll be alright.

Yeah, I’ll be alright.

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