Name: Mr. Sniffles
Age: 4 years
Gender: Male
Picture/Description: Above
Test Subject number: 004
Personality: Mr. Sniffles always seems to be miserable. He never really talks to anyone. Only when scientists aren't looking he will eat. Other wolf-dogs say he has been like that ever since he was taken to the lab.
History:
(Buckle your seatbelts)
Newborn~
Mr. Sniffles was born in the adoption center, when a wolf had entered overnight and bred with one of the dogs there. The workers at the adoption center were surprised to see wolf-dogs, but raised the pups. When they were 6 months old, they were put up for adoption.
6 Months~
Mr. Sniffles was put up for adoption. An adoption center worker decided to name him Mr. Sniffles as he kept on sniffling one day. He had a cold, but it was later cured. One day a couple came to the adoption center, looking for a puppy that they would get for their son's 6th birthday. They chose Mr. Sniffles, and he was put in a box with tiny air holes. He didn't know how long he was in there, when suddenly the box was opened by a little boy. The boy picked up Mr. Sniffles, and hugged him tight. Mr. Sniffles then knew he would have a forever loving home.
1 year~
Mr. Sniffles was growing fast. He had a huge backyard with a field that led to a forest. The boy's mother had part of the field to grow her plants in which she fed to the family. The boy's father usually went hunting, using Mr. Sniffles to sniff out the trails of deer, bird, and rabbit. He would also let Mr. Sniffles bring the carcass back to him, as he had a soft mouth but powerful neck muscles to try to keep the kill off the ground. The boy also got tennis balls and toy foxes to throw for Mr. Sniffles. He loved this, and it was as if his badside was completely washed away.
3 years~
Mr. Sniffles was an official part of the Tomson family. The boy's name was Peter, and was 8 years old now. Mr. Sniffles didn't know the name of Peter's parents though. One day, when Mr. Sniffles was chewing on a squeaky duck toy, he noticed Peter's mother's belly had gotten very big. He sat up, wondering how it got that big. She had kept her diet normal. One night, a woman came to the house. Mr. Sniffles realized it was Peter's grandmother. Then Peter's father got real nervous, and drove away with Peter's mother, who's belly was swollen. Mr. Sniffles waited until late that night. Peter and his grandmother were still awake. Peter's grandmother got on the phone about every 15 minutes, saying she had to 'check on Elizebeth and the baby'. Then, Peter's grandmother put up a banner saying 'Welcome home Baby Lewis!' Then, about 10 minutes later, Peter's father entered the house with a big grin on his face, saying they had a new member in their family.
3 days after that~
Mr. Sniffles was watching Peter's father fry some bacon when Peter's mother entered the room, holding something tiny wrapped in cloth. Mr. Sniffles walked over, eager to see what was in it. He reared up and looked. A tiny baby lay asleep in her arms. The baby opened it's eyes. Seeing Mr. Sniffles, it reached out a tiny hand and grabbed his nose lightly. Mr. Sniffles wagged his tail, eager to get a better view of the baby. Elizabeth, Peter's mother, set the baby down and Mr. Sniffles looked at him. Peter then gently pushed Mr. Sniffles away so he could see the baby. Peter's father then looked. Mr. Sniffles smiled, he had a new member in his family!
2 years after that~
Mr. Sniffles was playing with Peter in the backyard when Elizabeth ran outside and shooed Peter and Mr. Sniffles into the cellar. They waited for about 10 minutes, and the cellar door was open, and 3 men walked in. They saw Mr. Sniffles and ran for him. Peter blocked their way, but they pushed him aside and clipped a leash on Mr. Sniffles. Peter kicked and screamed and punched. "No! My boy needs me!" He howled, yanking back on the leash, trying to break the leather rope. Then Peter's parents entered the room and held him back. Peter screamed in defiance, tears streaming down his cheeks. Mr. Sniffles lunged for the man holding the leash, biting the hand holding the leash. The man gasped in pain and let go, sucking on his bleeding hand. Mr. Sniffles ran back to Peter, licking his face. Peter held his collar, "Your not taking my dog!"
"Sorry boy, but you can't argue with the president." Peter gasped and Mr. Sniffles felt the leash clip on his collar again. He whirled around biting the leash. Peter wrenched from his parents grip, and clenched his fists, "You can't take my dog! He is part of my family!" Peter's fist flew through the air, landing on the man's head.
"Peter!" Elizabeth gasped, grabbing her son by the wrists and holding him back. The man fell, blood slowly trickling from his head. Mr. Sniffles was wrenched from Peter's grip, and dragged, snarling, out the cellar door and into a pure white van with two other dogs.
In the Lab~
Mr. Sniffles stuck his nose in the corner the minute the put in in his cage. He has tried to escape twice, but has been caught and put back. He never talks to any dog, just giving them a sorrwful look and turned back to putting his nose in the corner.
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