Guglielmo

[Fezzlynn]

Name: Guglielmo or Mo
Animal Species: Dog
Breed: Slovakian Chuvach
Age: 2 Years
Sex: Male
Personality:

Very protective of the flock, or what he call's Miss' flock, even thoguh he knows Bandit, when older, will easily take over. He is very brave and very loyal, but and only smart when it comes to protecting the flock. He is dumb-founded when it comes to love, since he thought he loved Miss when she loved him with all her heart, and ended up breaking it. Guilt still clings on him for that, but he normally pushes it away to keep an eye on the flock.

Description:

The Tatra Chuvach's breed characteristics conform in type with those of a mountain dog of firm
constitution, impressive appearance and thick white coat. He has strong bone, a lively temperament and is vigilant, fearless and alert. For centuries he has been accustomed to the harsh climate of the Slovakian mountains, especially the Tatra mountains. His format is well within the shape of a moderate rectangle, the body resting on strong rather high limbs. His vigilance and alertness helped to give him his name, as the Slovak word “Cuvat” means to hear.

History:

Rain. Lots of rain. And a roar of a monsterous animal in the distance. The young pup was instantly up from the middle of the flock, and past Shep, who was herding them back to the fence, calling to them urgently to hurry, even thoguh they did not understand her.

Flying across the ground, his heart pounding and mind racing, he leaped at the creature; a huge female brown bear, with a cub behind her. Instantly, she swipped a large paw at the young dog, and barely missed his head. Thinking quickly, Mo lunged at her paw.

Suddenly, a loud shote entered his ears, and he was flung into a river, fast and flooded by the rain. He only saw the bear run, face screwed up in pain, and Shep safely taking a head-count of the sheep, until blackness took over him.

Swimming frantically, his head broke the surface, and he was gasping for air. Before he knew it, it his lungs were filled with water, and blackness was all he could see. Nothing. Finally, he broke the serface again, and to his suprise, found an old beaver damm. Quickly swimming to it, he hauled himself on it, and was carried downstream raipidly.

Clinging on with his teeth for dear life, he was swept farther and farther downstream, and before he knew it, two days had passed. Suddenlky, however, he saw a farm. My farm! he howled aloud and swam quickly over to land. But this wasn't his farm at all. And before he could say so out loud, or even in his head, he was on the ground, helplessly writhering on the ground, and a voice growled in his ear, What do you think YOU'RE doing?

Whimpering, he said, I thoguht it was my farm...I'm sorry ,I'll go, but I've been traveling on that "raft" for two days...and I was hungry...I didn't want your sheep... The weight suddenly vanished as a woman came up and whistled a note. Dizzy, he went uncounsiouns, and didn't know what was gonig on when he was out.

Waking up, he found himself dry, and with food and water next to his nose. Quickly getting up, he gulped down the food and drank the water quickly, and afterward, noticed he was being watched. I can see you were hungry, the collie teased.

Embarrest in front of the beautiful collie, he nodded and ducked his head. Then he remembered he hadn't introduced himself, I'm Guglielmo, by the way, though you can call me Mo. The collie nodded, and replied, I'm Missouri, thoguh you can call me Miss. This is my farm, I run the palce, herd the sheep, and even talk to them.

Mo started at Miss in amazement. She could talk to them? Shep could never do that, the sheep would never be able to understand her. And they understand you? he said, dumb-founded. The collie just nodded., and said, Have you a flock?

Suddenly sad, he nodded, I was their protecter, though the germand sheperd, Shep, herded them. The collie nodded and said, You can stay if you like and protect my flock. It's growing bigger, and the woman said she was getting 300 more sheep. SHe also says we're getting a new dog to help me out sooner or later. Can't wait to meet em'! And hope it's soon...

Stunned, Mo just nodded, and went back to sleep.

Mate: None; Is starting to realize he really loves Miss.
Other:

Name is Italian for resolute protector.

Accepted by fezzlynn (me)