The Dog: Space Opera

Dog meets snail. That's how it all started, at least if you ask the dog. That's me, by the way. The dog. That's what they called me, to my face and in front of the cameras. Bitch is what it was when nobody was recording it for possible disciplinary purposes. At first, I hated it and I let them see it. That was a mistake, of course. As soon as they know they've gotten to you, well, they'll keep getting to you. Snail taught me that. And eventually, I came to take pride in being Dog. Dogged. Impossible to shake. Feared for her bite and not her bark. I saw some of my tormenters at the 20-year reunion, just a few months ago, and I thanked them for the nickname. Gave me something to live up to.


Inspiration: http://lj-photophile.livejournal.com/3024659.html
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I just like the feel of this character, is all. And I've got some sense that this is a space opera SF story. Starfleet academy, like. With an Honor Harrington-esque character. Oh, it's been done to death, but it's still one of my favorite types of escapist fiction.