Post by JEZEBELLA on Mar 20, 2012 12:33:02 GMT -5
MARGARITAVILLE
"wasted away again in margaritaville.
searchin' for my lost sugar and salt.
some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
but i know it's my own damn fault."
searchin' for my lost sugar and salt.
some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
but i know it's my own damn fault."
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME margaritaville
GENDER female
NICKNAMES margarita, margy, rita
AGE four years
BREED dingo
SEXUALITY heterosexual
PACK? loner
HI I'M MARGARITAVILLE AND THIS IS ME:
Well let's see here. The name's Margaritaville. Probably suites me, too. I never have been all right in the head. I suppose I was born with it. Maybe. But perhaps it just developed over the years. I don't really know what's wrong with me. In human terms, I probably act a little drunk most of the time, though I'm not really sure a dog can be drunk especially without alcohol. That's how I act, though. Or so I've been told. I don't really care about it. I try to hide it when I first meet another dog, but eventually I just can't help but to show my real self. The dog I really am. I love fun, though I don't really get to have it all that often because of my... condition. I do try to be sweet, but most of the time I just say what's on my mind without giving it a second thought, often times landing me in the middle of a fight.
As far as appearance goes, I'd say I'm pretty attractive. I'm a dingo, a wild dog from Australia in case you didn't know. I'm a golden brown color with some lighter spots and some white on me too. My eyes are milky brown, but I've been told that they change to a soft golden brown in some lightings, but they are still much darker than my coat. I stand at about 21 inches tall and weigh around 65 pounds. My hair ranges from thick and bushy around my tail to short and thin around my head and muzzle.
As for my history, there's not much to say. I was born as a wild dog in Australia, which is why I have my accent. I came to America just last year on a boat. I wasn't meant to be on that boat, but I was just so hungry. I snuck on when the humans weren't looking and couldn't manage to get off before the boat left. It brought me and all it's passengers to New York. I travelled for days on end, searching for a home and some food. I found myself here in Maine, but I fear I will just be passing through as I still need a home.
YOUR NAME Jezebella
how do you measure, measure a year
