"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better"
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Winners never quit and quitters never win"
~Vince Lombardi
 

Name: Clay (renamed this by his American owner)  
Sex: Male
Age: He's currently in his juvenile period (Ten weeks-around 4 months/14-15 in human years)

Breed: Icelandic Sheepdog and Saint Bernard
Personality: Clay is somewhat of a socially awkward dog; he has lived as a hermit all of his life and doesn't know how to really interact with others; this is why others call him antisocial. Dispite that fact, he is quite wise and usually has a lot of wise words or phrases to give out. Clay is a little hardheaded. He likes to do things his way but will sometimes give in to Sydney (and usually ONLY Sydney) Clay's attitude towards hanging out in large groups? He doesn't like it, and he also hates being forced into something against his will. He will never admit to falling in love and if he's asked "who's your crush?", he'll simply skip around the question and go off-topic with something else. He knows this bothers others, but he doesn't care. Clay's pretty composed, calm, and modest, but if you get below all that, you'll find out he's pretty passionate (though he's still awkard) and cares deeply for those closest to him though he may never show it.

Parents: Are unknown
Siblings: Are unknown

Crush: He's got this very, very, very tiny crush on Sydney, but he really only sees her as a sister so...
Crushers: Sydney and ; open
Mate: Nope
Puppies: None
Friends: He is very close to Sydney and sees her as a little sister; others are open
Enemies: None really...except for maybe Angel (he believes she tried to get him caught by the pound on purpose)

History: He was born up North in one of the Scandanavian countries, which, he'll never tell, but he was adopted at a young age by an eldery woman whom he loved dearly.
Every day of his life, he would help the lady out around her house. He'd get her morning newspaper, help her down the stairs of her home, and he even was taught how to water the plants. As time went on, however, his owner passed due to her old age and illness and the puppy grived. After about four or five days of staying near her bedside, the lady's neighboors caught wind of her passing and entered the house, removed her body and captured her dog while they were at it. The puppy was soon put out on the streets since no one wanted to take care of him and he lived like this for another month. Finally, he stopped in the city a few miles away from his rural home and came in contact with an American explorer named Paul O'Henry. O'henry took a liking to the dog, offering the skinny puppy some of his own food, and the animal took it. After that, the puppy followed Paul O'Henry everywhere he went, hoping to get free scraps, and the man practically adopted the  dog and took him back to America with him at the end of the month.
While on the boat, Paul renamed the puppy Clay, and the name felt strange on the Nordic puppy's tongue, but he went with it anyway. It took almost another month for the ship they were on to reach America, and when it did, Clay was introduced to the  nice house his owner lived in that was located on the Easten Coast of the country. At first, Clay was a bit concerned about living indoors and only going out to a fenced-in piece of yard. He soon got over it, Paul would open the gate soon enough and he would be on his way. But that never happened; Clay was given a collar to wear and hated the itchy thing and wanted it off, but his owner wouldn't understand that. Half of him wanted to leave, but half of him wanted to stay because he'd grown very fond of Paul and his presence. Clay decided to stay, but soon regretted it when his owner got a new girlfriend and gave her more attention than he's give Clay. The brown puppy got pretty jealous and managed to slip out past Paul's girlfriend when she opened the gate to get the morning newspaper.
Life on the streets wasn't too bad for Clay; yes this was a differnt place, a differnt country, but being a stray is something he carried with him all the way from Scandanavia to America so he had no real problems. Except for the dogcatcher. Now he was a real problem, not only to Clay, but all the other strays of the area. Clay manged to avoid him multiple times, but got caught by the pound when he was fighting over scraps with a younger dog named Angel. She was the charming, street-smart, and amazing girl of the Junkyard Dogs, and she was also notorious for avoiding the dogcatcher. But on that faithful day, as luck would have it, they both took the fight out of the alley they were in and into the streets that the dogcatcher just so happened to be driving down at the same time. Clay dropped his half of meat and made a break for it; Angel soon realized what was happening and took off, too. Lay thought he had made it scott free by runnng down a back street, but he and Angel collided when the street he was on and hers met. The yellow puppy left a stunned Clay in the street and he was soon scooped up in the dog catcher's net, but was saved in the nick of time by a small, a very small, dog sinking her teeth into the man's anckles. That was enough to drop the net, but this time Clay didn't run; instead he yelled at his savior to follow him and they ran off together.
After reaching an alley on the other side of town, they thanked each other for the favors and introduced themselves. Clay told the puppy his name and she told him hers: Sydney. Clay thanked her again and told her that she should get home just in case the dog catcher showed up again. Syndey agreeded and, before they parted, she asked if she would ever see him again. Clay replied with a short answer since he felt very out of place speaking with someone else and wanted very much to get back home to his cozy, isolated barrel, "Yeah, maybe, but hopefully not like how we did today," making an inference to how they'd saved each other from the dogcatcher.
About three weeks later, Clay was out on the streets again and, after successfully getting a meal, he was sitting on one side of the street and saw two puppys around his age walking down the street. At first, he took them to be brother and sister since they were the same color of gray, but he noticed the male's behavior towards the female. He seemed very much in love with her, so Clay knew that couldn't be the answer, that they were siblings, and watched them walk off, but not before hearing thir names: Diego and Jewel.
(His history is still under counstruction)

Likes: Being on his own at times, but he does like to hang around with others every now and then. Clay likes a good joke, when humans rub behind his ears or touch his head (he really hates that), snowy days, fighting with other dogs, one-man house holds, freedom, ice and snow, cold days
Dislikes: When guys flirt with Sydney, loud noises, not being fed, when others pull his tail/ears, kids,  thunderstorms, houses, households with more than one person, weaklings
Hates: Getting cut, blood/bleeding, when he gets annoyed, packs/gangs of dogs
Fears/Phobias: He has sever Hemophobia (fear of blood)

Fur Color: His main coat color is a dark brown
Marking Colors: Creams, browns, and blacks
Eye Color: Light brown
Accessories: A black collar with a gold-colored tag
Voice: Jason Liebrecht
Health Disorders: He suffers from hemophilia type A
Other Information?: He may not look like much now, as a puppy, but as he grows older, Clay's going to be a big, heavyset dog. In the future, Clay's going to have longer, shaggier fur with big paws and droopy eyes (all thanks to his St. Bernard half), but his fur will be twice as thick as it would be if he was just a purebred Icelandic sheepdog or St. Bernard. The tuff of hair on his head will soon cover his eyes, his jowls will droop lower, and he'll slobber a lot more XD

Relation to Lady and the Tramp Source: He was almost caught by the pound while running away from the dogcatcher after he and Angel were fighting over food. To this day, he still believes that the Junkyard Dogs member intentionally tried to get him caught.

**I was given permission by Grim Reaper that I could link this character to her LATT universe. If there is anything you want me to chage, Grim, please tell me, and thank you again :D