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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 13:20:07 GMT -6
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[b]Kennel Name:[/b] Silverfox Kennel [b]Houluh Image:[/b] [Image Here] [b]What is your Houluh's Sex?:[/b] [Matronne or Patronne] [b]Desired Show Name:[/b] Silverfox -
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 23, 2021 19:08:49 GMT -6
'Hold still' the muttering near his ear of absent grumbling got Dawson more then curious on why fox friend wanted him to stay put so long. Antsy! He wiggled a bit before the fox pulled away with a brush in his hand. Those hard to reach areas down around the inside of the legs are especially difficult to brush, especially with him playfully stomping to pull his foot out of grip. It tickled! Tickle brush! He shook himself out and the fox sighed. He'd spent nearly ten minutes trying to get the pup to hang tight for having a brush drawn across his body and for the most part it worked well enough, but no puppy would remain that way for long, until he got a treat practically in his nose. The pup chomped down the jerky scrap and headbutted his fox friend happily, all wags in back. Why was he brushing him out? Why to show of course. And that meant getting him to come across town without getting into anything else and fill out paperwork. Thankfully nothing caught the pup's eye as long as he got treats every few meters.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 23, 2021 19:19:15 GMT -6
The offshoot of the contest hall (a very impressive den by fox standard) stood to the side, with a big sign in common for 'houluh' What. Was that how it was pronounced? It sounded like someone trying to retch a hairball. who-luh. Ew. Someone saw him and Dawson coming, coming out to greet them in rapidfire Common? and steering him nearly into a table covered in streamers and a long runner. There was a paper for him to write on, and to decide on a show name, and then once he was finished, to come onto the stage beyond the door and demonstrate his pup's smarts. What he'd learned in puppyhood. Ok, he could do that, luring Dawson by his nose onto stage. "Dawson" the fox spoke low and clear and serious. Called? The pup looked around from sniffing at the stage for the other smells of other puppies and dogs here, and he gestured for the pup to sit. He sat. 'Good' , and pulled it almost promptly into laying down, as the houlou followed his treat-hiding paw into laying down. Pausing, he gestured for the pup to stay, and backed off nearly to the steps of the stage, the treat now poised between two fingers, and crouched to tap the ground twice in front of him. To come. BARK! The houlou bounded over, jumping up and trying to take his treat before he sat when gestured to, and finally given his treat. 'Good boy.' Tail thumping, Dawson knew this. He was a good boy. The fox bowed to the people who had watched him, and walked off stage. Spoken demonstration: Name Nonverbal demonstration: Sit (twice), Lay Down, Stay, Come -done?
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Post by Renathan on Mar 25, 2021 1:47:06 GMT -6
Your Houluh has passed inspections! The Adult form will be sent via Message. Your Houluh has been awarded the Matronne di Marq for their exceptional Breeding Stock potential! Since this is your first grown houluh, here is your Official Breeder's License. Happy Breeding!
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Post by Kristofor on Aug 4, 2023 22:32:48 GMT -6
Darwin is no fan of staying put. He just got the best run in weeks, and now fox is making him stay put, laying down on his belly even, messing with his ears. His fluffy chin resting on the chilly shiny flat tall thing, the houlou pup wiggles his front paws toes, sort of like how human twiddles their fingers, except with less spinning. It at least keeps him distracted. Why? Because Kristofor is carefully working several dipped combs through a particularly sticky spot on the pup's ear. Sap is murder to get out of the fur and if he can help it, he doesn't want to be using scissors. Darwin's short brown fur is looking quite a bit more grown up, a bit rougher to the touch then when he was a puppy. Against better judgement, and because he didn't want the pup to try and eat the oil, he was using a jar of olive oil mayonnaise to oil up the splotch, and slowly combing out chunks. Darwin doesn't like the blowdrier that he uses down here in the groomers area, so its troublesome to soften the sap, until he found some reusable handwarmers. A few rounds of heating it in the microwave has that work better, and having the item in a towel prevents adding the sap to the item which would burn. Small chunks work their way free with each running through of the comb. Short hair or not, sap is a pain either way. He wanted the pup to look his best, and be sticky free to have his first showing.
Hours later, Kristofor shrugs on a vest, dusts his shorts off to wear as he got slightly embarrassed in his skirt, and takes a much cleaner, very impatient Darwin to the contest hall.
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Post by Kristofor on Aug 7, 2023 19:53:21 GMT -6
He's done some deep thinking on what he wants Darwin's show name to be over the last few weeks, his nose in a few old books written from a previous time he'd found in the library. Something to do about monkeys: a 'hairy human' that doesn't talk, screams, eats bananas and lives in trees with a tail. Sounds like a squirrel except for the choice of food. His outrageous behavior is quite akin to a monkey, or just an unruly cub, especially with his penchant for chewing through leashes. At least he won't need a lead much longer, the fox hopes. Making sure to potty his pup before entering the hall. The paperwork is familiar and he has a register already for Dawson, so adding to his own file isn't hard, passing the papers back to the receptionist. To the right is the offshoot hall, specifically for houlou. It feels...smaller then previous. The humans file in behind him and take their seats, pencil and papers at ready. To start, Kristofor comes to the stage, leaving Darwin on the longest amount of lead he's allowed to sniff around off stage. "Darwin." the pup pauses, looks up and at him. There's a raggedy knotty sock in his paw. Darwin LOVES that sock. His entire body is wiggling madly, but the pausing hand motion of stay holds his feet to the ground, with a long whine. The sock is lobbed across the stage. A nod and gesture towards the sock lets the houlou pup charge up onto the stage, pouncing on his sock with playful growls and snaps. Shaking the sock prey until its good and dead. Across from him, Kristofor crouches down on his haunches, and taps the floor between his feet with two fingers. Tap tap. There's a wafting smell of a meat treat in his hand. When Darwin charges back over, his mouth full of sock. "Good job." Muffled woof. Raising his treated hand up above the pup's nose, the fox draws the hound into sitting on his butt, eyes on the hand. WIth his other, starts to pull the sock from his mouth. Grrrrrrr "No bites." Kristofor's voice is gentle but stern, his tail fluffing out in response to the growl. Reluctantly, Darwin does let him take the sock, then shuffle back a few steps. "Catch." Lobbing a treat underhand. A bit of a scramble but Darwin snags the treat before it clatters to the stage. Not bad. "Good boy. One more. Catch." CHOMP, the treat disappears as soon as it makes it into his mouth. "This is Darwin, Silverfox Kennel's Monkey Theory. Dawson's pup." he finishes, dusts himself off, bows, and lets Darwin retrieve Socky before they go back home.
[Verbal Demonstration : Name, No Bites, Catch Nonverbal Demonsteration: Stay, Get, Come, Sit] -done
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Post by Jack on Sept 3, 2023 19:36:01 GMT -6
Your Houluh has passed inspections! The Adult form will be sent via Message. Your Houluh has been awarded the Patronne di Marq for their exceptional Breeding Stock potential!
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