You'll pretty sure know this name, this specimen, this champ, but you’ll NEVER know this breed! I'm Robbi Cox-Potzler, 28 years of age, and I'm from Wash, D.C., The District!

ROBBI Cox-Potzler
Age: 28 (born March 9, 1993)
Birthplace: Gaithersburg, Maryland
Current residence: Washington D.C.
Occupation: Unemployed
Marital Status: Single
Species: Refuses to Reveal/"Wolfhound"
Height: 5’ 11" (182 cm)
Weight: 185 lbs. (84 kg)

Read the shirt, people. Read the shirt. STAY. STRAY. Keep that motto in your noggins, cuz it sure carried my ass through some wild shit! You’re all fucking welcome!

Robbi is a mutt as fucky as D.C. is, just a big mix no one can pinpoint exactly. For the sake to not confuse the bitches I’m competing against, I’m a ‘wolfhound’. But I could be a bit more wolf, or a bit more hound. Who the fuck knows? Throw some fox in there! Why not some hyena? And maybe if you’re lucky, I could let you guess if it’s true if I have some horse or not. Haha!

I’ve gone through all kinds of living situations. Foster homes, homelessness, shelters, you name ‘em, my ass has slept in one, except for my own house, but not that I could afford one ever, right? From puppy to the specimen you see today, these bitches haven’t even seen like 5% of what I lived, and I’m sure they woulda died like 10 years ago if they were forced to!

My stray journey started... at a stint working at the country fair where I was a bit of everything, one day I built up rides, the other I was deep frying Oreos for the masses, the lasses, and the fatasses. I was asked by the head carnie if I wanted to go around the area with 'em, I said hey better that than bein' on foster's, I packed my ratty bag and went my way. It was on those kinds of odd jobs that I learned how to become my own mutt.

I've worked as a carnie, as a janitor, as a dishwasher, as a barback, as a construction worker, as a plumber, the list goes on. I’ve had more jobs than Barbie and a bigger bone than Ken! Oh, and as a security person. Ask how I got this sweet lack of a fang!

For now, I mostly radicate in D.C., and I guess I can call Mount Vernon Safe Harbor Shelter my home. Hey, transitional squad, I’m on the fucking TV!

But like, my work keeps the shelter going strong, and I'm like the bigger brother there. It's teamwork that keeps that duct-taped system functioning for all homeless peeps in the area. And I’ll do whatever it needs to keep it running. Train hopping four states over for a job or being the resident plumber? Consider it done.

My biggest Alpha asset is that I bring to the table a way of life that not everyone has seen in its purest form. I’m adaptable, I will find a way to work out what’s in front of me and ensure I do it better than even the top expert in the time I’m allotted to do it. It may not work, but you can’t say a bastard wasn’t trying! Whatcha want me to do? You want me to skydive? Get me the fucking parachute, I'm owning that shit!

That spirit is all what STAY STRAY is all about. To me, "stray life" means... waking up and doing what you feel like doing. You work your way, give back your way, don't be tied down by expectations, and go out and DO. And what the fuck do I feel like doing now? Go get that title!

I've come to American Canine Alpha to have a blast... to aim for the top... to punch the throat of the first son of a bitch who looks at me funny... and for the free food, HAHA!

I wanna see any of those bitches outdo me! This title wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for the strays, and I’m here to make shit correct!

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Last but definitely not least, meet Robbi - a self-proclaimed stray dog with no known parents, no clear origin, and not even a definite idea of his own species. A true mutt in every sense, Robbi’s never had the luxury of stability and wouldn’t have it any other way. Since graduating high school, Robbi’s lived life on the move, bouncing from one odd job to the next, never staying in one place long enough to call it home - and that’s just the way he likes it. Robbi thrives in chaos, adapts in real time, and wears his lack of filter like a badge of honor: shameless, scrappy, and sly as hell, he swears by his “good genes” - the ones that gave him a naturally strong build and an uncanny instinct for survival. Can he prove his lack of pedigree or privilege won't damage his chances at a triumph?

American Canine Alpha is a high-stakes, reality competition show featuring thirteen fierce, driven canines from across the United States. These contenders go muzzle-to-muzzle in a wide variety of physical and mental challenges, all for the title of American Canine Alpha and a $250,000 cash prize. Here you can check the main hub of the project and stay up-to-date on all episodes, art and whatnot!

We'll be posting each upcoming episode in two parts for easier reading - first part coming out on Fridays, second part on Mondays. Episode 2, "Throw Him To The Wolves", will be out soon!

Art drawn by the amazing  Crocdragon

American Canine Alpha is the brainchild of HeadQuarters (the joint project of qovapryi and Harlow). Robbi Cox-Potzler and all mentioned characters belong to them both.