Cyrus || Cesavia

HELLO! HOW YA DOING! I'M CYRUS, AS I AM SURE YOU KNOW. I GUESS YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE. I AM PRETTY SURE I AM FULLY A GREAT DANE. THOUGH I CAN NEVER BE REALLY SURE SINCE I NEVER KNEW MY PARENTS. I DON'T REALLY LOOK LIKE A GREAT DANE MIX. LIKE ANY GREAT DANE I AM GIANT. YOU KNOW LIKE SCOOBY-DOO. THOUGH I MAY LOOK VERY SCARY TRUST ME I AM NOT. I AM ABOUT THE SAME SIZE OF ANY OTHER MALE GREAT DANE. I STAND AT 33 INCHES TALL AND I AM PRETTY SURE I WEIGH AROUND 188 POUNDS. THOUGH LET ME TELL YOU I AM NOT SO GOOD AT NUMBERS, SO BEING WRONG WOULDN'T BE A SURPRISE FOR ME. IT'S PRETTY OBVIOUS THAT I AM A BIG DOG (MOST OF THAT WEIGHT IS JUST PURE MUSCLE... NAH JUST KIDDING).

MY COAT? SADLY I AM NOT AT ALL A BROWN HAIRED DOG LIKE SCOOBY-DOO. INSTEAD I AM A HARLEQUIN. SOME PEOPLE MIGHT GET MY COAT CONFUSED WITH A MANTLE GREAT DANE. PRETTY MUCH WE ARE BOTH BLACK AND WEIGHT, BUT MINE ARE MORE RANDOM. LIKE A DALMATIAN'S COAT! I MIGHT HAVE A SPOT OVER MY EYE, I MEAN I DO, BUT YOU GET MY POINT. HARLEQUIN'S DON'T HAVE FULL ON BLACK MASK ON THEIR FACE LIKE MANTLE'S DO. THOUGH NOW THAT I THINK HARD ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE REALLY HARD TO CONFUSE A MANTLE AND A HARLEQUIN. OH WELL! ANYWAY I AM BASICALLY WHITE WITH BLACK SPOTS ALL OVER.

MY EYES ARE BROWN, BUT WHEN CAUGHT BY THE LIGHT KIND OF LOOK YELLOW. THOUGH MOSTLY IN PICTURES. UM, MY EARS AREN'T CROPPED, SO YOU WON'T SEE THEM STANDING UP ANYTIME SOON. CAN'T YOU TELL I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY! IF YOU WANT ME TO DESCRIBE MY EARS THEY ARE TRIANGLE IN SHAPE AND FLOPPY. NOTHING NEW THERE. OH! YES! I HAVE A VERY LEAN BODY TYPE. I AM NOT VERY BULKY AND I DO OF COURSE HAVE VERY LONG LEGS.

HOW HE VIEWS IT- CYRUS THINKS OF HIMSELF AS A FUN LOVING DUDE. HE REBOUNDS QUICKLY FROM BAD SITUATIONS. HE LIKES TO USE THE WORD AWESOME A LOT AND IS PROBABLY THE MOST PUPPY LIKE DOG YOU WILL EVER MEET. HE KNOWS WHEN TO QUIT JOKING AROUND, BUT HE DOES GET HIS FEELINGS HURT WHEN OTHERS ARE TO HARSH ON HIM. HE HATES WHEN OTHERS SCOLD HIM BY NIPPING AT HIM OR IN A HARSH VOICE. IT IS CLEAR THAT WHEN PUNISHING HIM YOU NEED A SOFT VOICE AND NOT A BIG OVERPOWERING PRESENCE. EVEN IF HE SOUNDS OVERLY ENERGETIC AND EXCITABLE, HE CAN ACTUALLY BE A PRETTY LAZY DOG. HE DOESN'T MIND NOT HAVING WORK AND WON'T COMPLAIN IF HE IS NOT DOING SOMETHING. ALL IN ALL HE THINKS HE IS CUTE.

HOW OTHERS VIEW IT- MOST EVERYONE CAN AGREE THAT CYRUS LOOKS LIKE A BIG BAD MONSTER. THAT OF COURSE CHANGES AFTER GETTING TO KNOW HIM. IT IS EASY TO TELL THAT THE BIG DOG IS CHILDISH, YET HE IS SMARTER THEN HE LETS ON. HE DOES MAKE FOOLISH MISTAKES AND MANY HAVE LEARNED NOT TO PUNISH HIM AS ROUGHLY AS OTHERS. INSTEAD PUNISHING IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT. AS MANY KNOW HE DOESN'T LEARN FROM HIS MISTAKES IF HE GETS YELLED AT OR NIPPED. THROUGH ALL THIS CYRUS IS EASILY A GOOD PROTECTOR AND WILL BE AGGRESSIVE IF HE FEELS HIS PACK IS IN DANGER. HE CAN EASILY BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED AND USED, BECAUSE HE IS OBLIVIOUS TO MOST OF IT. CYRUS CAN BE A SWEET TALKER AND LIKES TO TRY AND OUTSMART OTHERS AT TIMES. WHICH USUALLY ANNOYS THE CRAP OUT OF MOST OTHERS. WHEN OTHERS FINALLY SEE THE LAZY SIDE OF THIS BIG DOG IT IS QUIET SURPRISING FOR MOST.

SUMMARY- IN THE BEAUTIFUL END CYRUS IS JUST A TWO YEAR OLD PUPPY. THOUGH NOT VERY SERIOUS, HE CAN BECOME SERIOUS IF ASKED TO. HE IS A GREAT PROTECTOR AND WON'T EASILY BACK DOWN FROM THE CHALLENGE. EVEN WITH ALL THAT BRAWN THERE ACTUALLY IS ONE BIG SMART BRAIN IN THIS BIG PLAYFUL DOG.

FROM THE BEGINNING- WELL IN TRUTH ALL MY PUPPY LIFE IS VERY HAZY. ALL I KNOW FOR SURE IS THAT I NEVER KNEW WHEN I WOULD GET MY NEXT MEAL, I GREW UP NOT KNOWING MY FAMILY, AND WELL I WAS MISTREATED. AS I THINK ABOUT IT MORE I DO BELIEVE THAT WHEN I FIRST CAME INTO THIS WORLD I WAS GIVEN TO SOME VERY UNKIND HUMANS. I WAS PRETTY SURE THEY OWED OTHER DOGS BEFORE ME, BUT WHEN I GOT TO WHERE THEY LIVED THOSE DOGS WERE LONG GONE. MOST LIKELY THEY DIED FROM STARVATION, BECAUSE LIKE I SAID I WOULD EAT ANYTHING TO SURVIVE. EVEN A TIRE WOULD TASTE GOOD TO MY MOUTH. I PROBABLY FORCED MYSELF TO FORGET SOME OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED THERE. YOU KNOW A WAY TO COPE WITH BAD SITUATIONS. I DO REMEMBER SOME OF THE WORSE THINGS THAT HAPPENED. A FEW TIMES THESE PEOPLE WOULD BRING HOME OTHER DOGS. I WOULD IMMEDIATELY BECAME THERE FRIEND, BECAUSE I AM THE TYPE OF DOG THAT NEEDS COMPANIONSHIP. ESPECIALLY AS A PUPPY. THOUGH AFTER A FEW DAYS THEY WOULD DISAPPEAR. ONCE OR TWICE I WOULD HEAR GUN SHOTS AND THEN WHIMPERS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT OF A SLOWLY DYING DOG. MOST OF THE TIME IT REALLY DIDN'T MATTER, SINCE THAT DOG WAS ONLY HERE A DAY OR TWO. THEN THERE WERE OTHER CASES WHERE THAT DOG HAD BEEN THERE FOR MONTHS. I WAS NEVER REALLY SURE WHEN IT WOULD BE MY TURN.

I GUESS A FEW TIMES I WOULD BE HALF STARVING. IF ANYTHING AT ALL DROPPED ON THE GROUND I WOULD GO FOR IT, BUT IN THE END I WAS USUALLY HIT BY A HAND AND YELLED AT. YEAH AS A PUPPY I WAS FREAKING SCARED AND ANY SMART DOG WOULD PUSH MOST OF THOSE MEMORIES OUT OF HIS OR HER MIND. THAT IS MOSTLY WHAT I REMEMBER. WHAT KEPT ME ALIVE WAS MY WILLPOWER. I MEAN I STILL HAD HOPE THAT ONE DAY A NICE HUMAN WOULD COME A LONG. I AM A SUCKER SOMETIMES.

SO HOPE EXISTS- MAYBE I WAS CLOSE TO GIVING UP AND LET MYSELF STARVE. THOUGH FOR SOME REASON I COULDN'T REALLY LET MYSELF DO THAT. I WASN'T REALLY SURE IF THERE WAS A REAL WAY TO EVEN GET OUT OF THE PLACE I WAS STUCK IN. AROUND THIS TIME I WAS A ONE YEAR OLD. IN A WAY I STARTED KIND OF HATING LIFE. CURSING EVERY DAY THE HUMAN WHO GAVE ME TO THESE PEOPLE. CONSTANTLY I WAS IN HARMS WAY AND WHEN I WAS OUT OF IT THERE WAS ALWAYS TENSION. AT TIMES IT WAS HARD TO SLEEP AT NIGHT. BY THIS TIME EVERY HUMAN THAT THOUGHT THEY OWNED ME WAS PRETTY SURPRISED I WAS STILL UP AND GOING. YEAH, MY RIBS WERE SHOWING AND I DID HAVE MANY BLOODY MARKS THAT NEVER REALLY HEALED UP COMPLETELY. I DON'T KNOW MOST OF THESE HUMANS HAD THAT STUPID IDEA THAT THEY OWNED ME. WHEN IN TRUTH THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER DID WAS MYSELF.

I AM PRETTY SURE LIFE HAD GOTTEN EASIER. OH AND I REMEMBER NOW THAT MY "OWNER" RAN A JUNK YARD, SO OTHER HUMANS ONLY CAME WHEN THEY WANTED SCRAP METAL. I GUESS I WAS THE GUARD DOG, BUT I ACTED FRIENDLY TO MOST. WOULDN'T YOU! I WANTED TO GET A RIDE AND GET OUT OF THERE. ANY HUMANS WHO THOUGHT I WAS NICE AND BEING MISTREATED WOULD TAKE ME. I GUESS THAT WAS HOW I WAS ROLLING OUT MY PLAN. A SKINNY TO THE BONE GREAT DANE RUNNING UP TO YOU AND GIVING YOU SLOPPY KISSES? COME ON IT HAD TO WORK EVENTUALLY, AND GUESS WHAT! IT DID! A YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE CAME TO THE YARD ONCE OR TWICE. I AM PRETTY SURE THEY CAME TO THE YARD TWICE. ANYWAY GUESS WHAT THEY HAD A SOFT SPOT FOR. MISTREATED DOGS.

WELL, AT FIRST THEY WERE JUST LOOKING FOR JUNK. LIKE ANYONE COMING TO THE YARD, BUT THE SECOND TIME I AM PRETTY SURE THEY CAME BACK FOR ME. IN ALL HONESTY AT FIRST I WAS PRETTY GLAD THEY WERE ANGRY AT THE MAN. THEY ENDED UP TAKING ME WITHOUT SPENDING A DOLLAR. GOOD FOR THEM I USED TO SAY! MAYBE AT FIRST I DIDN'T FULLY TRUST THEM. WHAT DO I SUDDENLY DO TO HUMANS WHO ARE NICE TO ME. ANY FOOD THEY LEFT OUT I ATE. WHEN YOU LIVED YOUR LIFE NOT KNOWING WHEN YOUR NEXT MEAL IS, THEN YOU NEVER PASS BY MOMENTS LIKE THAT. AFTER AWHILE WE LEARNED TO WORK THINGS OUT. AS I BEGAN TO LEARN THAT THEY WOULD FEED ME, THEY BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND THE LOVE I NEEDED. MAYBE IT DOESN'T TRULY EQUAL OUT BUT I REALLY LOVED MY FOOD.

IN THE END, BUT MAYBE A BEGINNING- AS THE WORLD FOR HUMANS SEEMED TO SLOWLY FALL APART, SO DID THE BEAUTIFULLY WOVEN LINES IN MY NEW FAMILY. I WAS NOW TWO. I HAD SPENT A WHOLE YEAR WITH THIS FAMILY AND LEARNED WHAT IT MEANT TO REALLY BE LOVED. THE COUPLE COMPLIMENTED EACH OTHER IN SO MANY WAYS. THINGS CAN GET STRAINED THOUGH. ESPECIALLY WITH WAR ON THE HORIZON. I HAD TO WATCH ON THE SIDELINES AS HUMANS TORE THEMSELVES APART. THOUGH I KNOW TH PART THAT REALLY GOT TO ME WAS THAT MY FAMILY WAS SLOWLY COLLAPSING IN ON ITSELF. EVERY SINGLE DAY THERE WAS ARGUING. IN MY MOTHER'S EYES WAS A DESPERATION TO SURVIVE. I KNEW MOST OF ALL HOW SHE FELT. IN MY FATHER'S EYES WAS A KNOWING SENSE OF LOST CAUSE. IN THE END I KNEW HOW BOTH OF THEM FELT. THEY WERE TURNING THE PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD INTO PROBLEMS IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP.

I KNOW THEY WEREN'T MY REAL PARENTS, BUT THOSE HUMANS WERE THE CLOSES THING TO THEM I HAD EVER GOTTEN. FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I REALIZED THAT ALL MY LIFE I HAD KIND OF BEEN SELFISH. AS I WATCHED THEM I FELT LIKE I WAS LOSING NOT ONLY A HOME AND A FAMILY, BUT SOMETHING MORE. I GUESS MAYBE THAT WAS WHY CHOOSE TO LEAVE. I KNEW IT WOULD MAKE THEM SAD, BUT MAYBE IT WOULD HAVE PUT THEM BACK TOGETHER. THOUGH IN THE END IT DIDN'T MATTER, BECAUSE BOTH OF THEM WERE GONERS ANYWAY. TO THIS DAY I AM NOT REALLY SURE IF THEY MADE UP, BUT I CAN STILL ONLY HOPE THEY DID.

AFTER ALL THAT I RAN INTO THE CESAVIAS PACK. THE DOGS THERE SEEMED PRETTY OPEN. I NEEDED THAT FRIENDLY ATMOSPHERE AFTER ALL THAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME. NOW A DAYS I TRY TO JUST FORGET IT ALL, BUT SOME NIGHTS I CAN'T STOP REMEMBERING. YEAH, NIGHTMARES PLAGUE MY SLEEPING MIND AT NIGHT. IN THE END. NO. IN THE BEGINNING I JUST HAVE TO KEEP ON KEEPING ON, HUH.