What is it, my Dear?;; [PLUTO]

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• I go by Pluto and that shall never change!
  
• I'm a mutt, but mainly a Belgian Malinois
  from the looks of it!
  
• I'm female as you may or may not see!
  
• I'm only an two of age!
  
  
  
• The way I live;;
  
  I live life to the fullest, without a care. I'm reckless and wild, I'm crazy and willing to live. I like having fun. I like being reckless. I like abusing the life I was given. I grab life by the horns, and ram it into a wall. It makes life seem so much funner. I'm not afriad to voice my opinions on anything, or anyone at that matter.
  
  I'm somewhat mental in a way. It seems as if I have an army by me. An army that would die to protect me. An army that fights with me. I can imagine myself standing with my father (I wonder who my father IS...), commanding the army. Telling them to hunt, kill, murder, whatever they could do.
  
  I hate anybody who thinks I can't do something because I'm a female. Its like racism, except more like 'Genderism'. Just because we have diffrent parts makes us no diffrent. Were the same in a sense of the mind.
  
  I'm dead set determined to live my life. I don't want to die. I don't want to die not knowing my mother or father. Atleast knowing that would be nicer than dieing alone. Dieing alone is my worst nightmare.
  
  I use my imagination often, hence my name. I'm far out (Not the hippy type), and alone. All alone as of now. My imagination is my only comfort. I imagine living with a family, with siblings, a mother, and a father. Such sweet dreams.!
  
  
• Eyeing me, are you now;;
  
  I'm a very pretty dog. My fur is a golden, brown color. It mingles well together, and shows nicley agaisnt the blue water where I hang out at. It is very shiny, and clean. Almost never blood stained, except my muzzle. My fur is short, and it lies flat. My eyes are a crisp amber color, compatable with my fur. They sparkle and gleam with my personality all of the time, never a break from it. I'm a well-built, skinny-like puppy. I can easily fit through small or large cracks. My ribs potrude from my chest, yet I'm strong. I'm very fast considering most 'fast' things. I'm quite small, considering that I'm 'well-built'. Don't make fun of me, cause it will do you no good. I'll kill you, and won't care if I get my muzzle dirty. My gait is wide, elegant, proud, and strut like. It shows abit of my personality itself. Oh, one last thing; my gait is also reckless, so watch out!
  
  
• Once upon a time;;
  
  Growing up, I was lacking a true mother and father. Of course, Yuma treated me like a daughter, but he isn't my real dad (Or is he?). He treated me with respect, and he treated me like an adult dog. He treated me right, and gave me everything I can ever desire. I always told him that I didn't want everything I could desire. The only thing I desired was a true family. But, wishes almost never come true. Or so I thought. The rest will unfold eventually!
  
  
• I love you;;
  
  UNKNOWN RELATIVES;;
  
  Yuma-Father
  COMINGSOON-Mother!
  
  
  

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

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