Name: Lion
名前: 頼恩 (ライオン)
Species: Coydog, Mutt/Coyote
Colors: Coyote-colored, with husky-blue eyes.
Occupation: Skunk Slayer
Homeland: New York, USA
Known Relations: His mom belonged to a relation of our plumber, oddly enough. We never met her, though.
Close Friends: Us :D?
Enemies: Porcupines. Skunks. Wombat, perhaps.
Phobia/s: Can't think of any.
Theme Song/s:
Origin: Lion originally approached us with a face full of porcupine quills. It was Saturday; no local vets were open on Saturdays. He was an absolute sweetie and let Dad attempt to extract some quills, and only whined a little and didn't growl or anything.
We finally broke down and took him to the nearest vet we knew was open on the weekends, a half-hour's drive away in Monticello, NY. The guy there got all the quills out successfully, we paid lots for coming on a weekend*, everyone goes home happy! And we got another dog (we still had Smokey at this point).
* Not that Dad could have gotten them all out on his own; even besides the barbs, some were far back into Lion's mouth, and others were so deep they just had to be left there. He may have had quillbits in the depths of his face to the day he died, I dunno.
So w00t, think us, we have a pretty dog. Then it turned out he hadn't been housebroken. |3 So we did that. Also leash-training, and all that. Eventually we found out that he'd been a 'town dog' for a while; he nominally had an owner, but she never did anything for him (obviously, considering he'd never even been housebroken -- not to mention the PORCUPINE THING. those things had been in for days by the time he approached us). We also learned of his coydog heritage, and that his original name was Simba.
Well, we didn't want to use his old name; we had to pick a new one. I went for the real original route and offered 'Lion', and so it was.
He was very very pack-minded, and very cunning, though not exactly intelligent. He could manipulate people well, and steal things effectively, but didn't really learn. He also got into scuffles with Wombat frequently, and remains the only one who's had a decisive psychological victory over her.
His One True Love (in terms of food) was bread. Anything bread. He'd steal it off the table or counter whenever he thought he wouldn't be seen. Once, we brought a store-bought cake home for the night (it was going to be given to the library kids the next day) and left it on the table.
...That morning, my mom woke up and found Lion standing on the table, eating our cake. |D
He also flirted with Jazz, the Scotty down the street (never mind that both were fixed).
We're not exactly sure what he died of, but it was probably heart failure.
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