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For a long time, Pip had all the characteristics of a typical street dog. She was skittish of people, and had severe trust issues. It was a difficult sort of life that required a difficult type of personality. However, after the accident...Pip had to learn how to trust the humans. Sometimes the things they did were frightening, strange, or painful but at the end of the day...she realized that they were not as scary as her mother had made them sound. Adopted, Pip had to adjust to family life -- and at first she was unhappy. The kids made her nervous, and she often hid from them.
It took her a long time to grow from scared, street dog into a family pet. She grew to love the little family like her own. She blossomed, losing her fears and insecurities. Pip became like a little mother, herding her kids up at every opportunity. She still acts this way with people that she grows to care about. She's faithful, as loyal a companion as any dog can be. She has a good balance between her family dog and streets side. She's got smarts, and isn't afraid to jump in a fight to defend herself or her family. Especially kids.
She misses her family, and has not been the same since being dumped among the Nilda. She quickly abandoned the pack, in search of human companionship. It has reawakened a skittishness in her when it comes to humans, having been chased off or after more than once.
Pip's first year of life was not particularly easy for her. She was born under a house in suburban Houston, in a litter of five. The five wiggly pups certainly did not make Stella's life any easier, but she was as good of a mom as she could be. The five pups were about twelve weeks old when the humane society managed to trap them, with good intentions. It was easy to adopt puppies, and pretty soon all of them had a home...including Pip. Pip was still quite the squirmy pup, and despite the family's best attempts to make her into a family pet...it wasn't long before she escaped out onto the streets again. One unattended gate was all it took and she was off again.
There were plenty of dangers out on the streets of Houston for a young dog like Pip. Other dogs, fast moving vehicles, vicious humans...she had to dodge it all and find a way to survive. She scrounged through trash, learning how to balance on wobbly edges just long enough to get something to eat. Within a couple of months, she had a small territory near a fast food place on the east side of town. She fell into a routine, and she was pretty comfortable there for a while...sleeping under an abandoned car. It was not an easy, or good life for a young dog but she preferred it to living with humans.
One day, she was wandering the street when a strange man appeared on her street. He called to her, and she growled...unsure what to make of the man. He held out an offering, a fresh cheeseburger, trying to get close to her but she would have none of him. She took off, and he followed, trying but not succeeding to keep her out of the traffic. She darted out in front of a car in desperation, and the car hit her. She was dazed, lying in the street with a broken pelvis and femur. She was lucky to even be alive. The would be rescuer was fast, picking her up out of the street and carrying her back to the car. He had been trying to prevent this, and prayed out loud that the dog would make it.
Luckily for them both, Pip being struck by a car may have been her only saving grace. The dog was save-able, but she would need months of recovery and rest. These months gave the brindle mutt the chance to learn to trust a human, and eventually she was able to be brought around. She was smart, picking up quickly on cues from the rescuer who had brought her into his home. He had three small, curious little humans there too...who at first scared her but quickly helped her to heal. She learned much in just a few months, and adjusted to children, cats, other dogs, and most adults. Pip became a part of the family.
Pip was officially adopted by the Garner family when she was a little over two years old. She blossomed as a family dog, where she had not before. She enjoyed going out with the kids to the bus, seeing them on before trotting back up the drive way to spend her day. She would go out to meet them, impatiently barking at the door to be let out. She loved the little humans the most, and they truly coaxed her out of her shell. She got along with the Garner's cat, Prissy, and turned out to be one of the most welcoming members when it came to the fosters in the house. She had a little trouble with adults, but worked through most of her issues before being discovered as a retro.
The vet visit was supposed to be routine, the three kids in the car to help keep the brindle mix calm. She hated the car, absolutely refused to load up and go anywhere in one. She was going to get some blood work done, her humans curious about what she could be breed wise. But things went downhill quickly as the vets discovered something abnormal. She was separated from her family, and later...they would be given the excuse that she had been ill with some sort of fast moving cancer that had killed her within days. In reality, Pip was something else entirely. Not dog. Not human. A retromorph. Something that local vet offices had been warned about recently.
The extensive testing was enough to make her uneasy around humans once more, treated like a lab rat in their testing facility. When she was tossed out among the Nilda, she was confused and afraid. She abandoned them quickly, the strange forests and jungles unfamiliar. Nothing was familiar for the three year old pooch. She wandered until she found the Fulsi camp, the cityscape more familiar to her. It wasn't kind, and humans often chased her away...which distanced her further from them. She missed her humans, searching for them desperately. Where had they gone? Why? She was alone again, with no where to belong.