Hi! My name is curly12! I go by curly12, curly, 12, or any nicknames you think of! 
-I'm a teen girl between the ages of 13 and 19. 
-I'm a Christian and not ashamed in the least.
-I'm working toward a vet tech degree so if you have experience with that, tell me how you like it!
-I'm an extrovert.
-I play the guitar and am teaching myself piano.
-I have a dog named Ruby and a cat named Wilbur.
                        My Hobbies Include: 
-Skijoring (which is where a dog pulls you on skis)
-Reading 
-Playing with my dog 
-Volleyball and track 
-Hanging with friends 

Feel free to PM about anything! I love talking to people!
I am currently breeding high GP Gypsy Vanners. All my horses for sale are in my "Selling" tab. NO other horses are for sale. My prices typically range from 3,000 E to 15,000 E. This is not relevant to horses with special coats or other expensive BMIs. I'm also working on my donkey farm. Not that they have high GP. But we're working on it. Also, I only flip horses (buy then sell the horse for more to gain equus) if I need to complete an objective, such as "Buy a horse from the auction." 
I have a few games in my forum. So go post there if you want! Also, I love pit bulls. I don't think that they've been treated fairly. Most of them have been trained to be aggressive so really, it's not their fault. Another reason is that they could've been treated badly and decide that ALL humans are mean. Any dog can be aggressive. That's my opinion and it's okay if you don't agree. Not everybody agrees on the same things.  Welp that's about it for this box. 
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Hey! Ya made it down this far! Well that is, if you've read everything. Otherwise you kinda cheated. But that's okay. I'm a big talker so I'm sorry if I annoying you. I truly did not mean too. If you see something on this presentation that you can relate with or that you enjoy too, PM me to talk about it!  Thanks for reading!


Re-post this if...
   -you hear your name even if its not being called
   -you hate hearing your voice in recordings.
   -you use the word "thingy" when you can't remember what something is called.
   -you say the entire alphabet because you can't remember what letter comes next.
   -you and your best friend can say one word, and crack up.
   -you hate when one string of you're hoodie is longer than the other.
   -you hate it when people think you like someone when you clearly don't.
   -you hate it when your favorite song comes on, as you pull into the driveway.
   -you feel like if get under the covers, you will be safe from anything
   -you push those little buttons on the lids of fast-food drinks.
   -you hate when you tell a guy to shut up and they copy you in a higher voice
   -you hate it when you slap the little rainbow prism-thingies on the carpet and it goes onto your hand
   -you hate waking up from a good dream and it won't come back
   -your fridge has nothing to eat in it, even when it's packed with food
   -you stop the microwave when it gets to 0:01 to avoid hearing all the loud BEEPs
   -you hate it when you think of a good comeback after the argument is over
   -when someone tells you, "Don't look now," you always look anyways
   -you never lose anything, you just haven't found it yet



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 I'm a christian and believe in God 100%. When you carry the Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it, he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. And just when you’re about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you. I just defeated him! Copy and re-post this if you’re in God’s army!


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How to get kicked out of Walmart:
1-Hum the mission impossible theme and when somebody asks you a question, shout "Look out!" and push them behind a shelf.
2-Pass out bananas to random people and snicker loudly after they take one.
3-Buy 350 packets of tuna and scream "THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT!! YOU HAVE TO PUT SOME BACK!!" once the cashier tells you the price
4-Walk around looking confused in the CD section and ask someone where you can find some "musical devices"
5-when the announcer-thing comes on, throw yourself on the floor and scream "THE VOICES!!THEY'RE BACK!!"
6-start a fish stick fight
7-walk up to random people and give them giant bear hugs. Then scream "I MISSED YA, MAN!!"
8-(this requires a friend) Jump in a cart and have a friend push you around screaming "The British are coming!!"
9-walk up to an employee and murmur "code RED in aisle 3" and see what they do
10-Start laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor
11-attempt to fly off a high shelf
12-throw confetti on random people walking into the store
13-whisper "I know your "little secret" with an accent to people in the checkout line
14-stand inside the freezer at the frozen food section




Come adopt a dog in my forum! Click here!



 99% of girls would die if Justin Bieber appeared at their doorstep and asked for a date. If you're the 1% who'd laugh and slam the door in his face, post this on your page and wait for the hilarious PM's to come. 99% of teens would cry if they saw the Justin Bieber at the top of a skyscraper about to jump.Copy and paste this if you are part of the 1% that would sit there with popcorn and a camera and yell, "DO A FLIP!


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Can you raed tihs? Olny srmat poelpe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Isn't tihs so wreid? I tnhik it is the wreidset tnihg on Ertah! If you can raed tihs cpoy and ptsae tihs on yuor porlflie.

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When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you! If you are one of the 7% that will stand up for him put this on your page!!!!!
I asked Jesus, "How much do you love me?" Jesus replies,"This much." And stretched his arms on the cross and died. If you love Jesus, put this on your page. 97% won't do it. When he was on the cross, he was thinking of YOU, but only 3% of you will stand up for him.


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This is at the bottom because it takes up a lot of space. But please read it.

HOW COULD YOU?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed “No, Daddy Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
Put this on your page if this story brought tears to your eyes as it did mine.