Disclaimer: I do not own Housepets!, that honor goes to Rick Griffin.
It was late evening in Babylon Gardens. The sun was setting, and the entire neighborhood was bathed in a gold light. If one looked closely, they could see a silouhette of one of the neighboorhood dogs, running like his life depended on it. This dog in particular was around four foot nine inches, wore a green collar that matched his eyes, and had fur that was a light brown with darker shaded brown fur on his ears.
Bino Byron didn't know how long he had ran, or how he ended up in the park. All he knew was that the park bench looked really comfortable right now.
The green eyed canine slumped down onto the bench, panting exhaustedly. 'It's times like this I wish we could sweat.' He thought to himself. He could see the sunset shining through the trees, but he wished he couldn't.
'All that thing does is remind me of her.' Thought Bino. Realizing it wasn't going away any time soon however, Bino simply stared at it with blank eyes. 'Where did it go wrong?' He thought.
HIs chest rising sharply as he panted, Bino sighed, and began to recount the events of the past week to himself.
"...In conclusion, this is why I believe that a public fire hydrant must be put on the corner of 5th. Thank you." Bino smirked as he concluded another stellar speach 'Another one for the history books.' He thought to himself, seemingly unaware of the slow, sarcastic applause coming from the audiance.
Bino stepped off the podium feeling on top of the world. Fido was out of town for the week, so it was up to him to lead this week's meeting of The Good Ol' Dog's club. The canine relished in it, taking the opportunity to write up a new speech for the occasion, and since this was Fido's week he'd get to do it again next week. He made a mental note to get to work on the next speech when he got home from his date with his girlfriend, Dutchess.
"Hey Bino!" Called out a high pitched voice that irritated the brown dog to no end. Turning around, he faced another brown dog, around his height with a red collar with a tag in the shape of a bone and pale blue eyes. Peanut Butter Sandwich, one of Bino's least favorite canines in the neighborhood.
Bino narrowed his eyes. "What do you want, cat lover?" Bino spat, distain clear in his voice.
Peanut's cheerful demeanor droped in an instant, and turned to one of perplexion. "How many times am I going to have to tell you about Tarot?" asked the red collared dog.
"And how many times am I going to have to tell you that I don't believe a word of it until I see her. Now what do you want?" Bino asked, his irritation growing by the second.
"Well, a new family just moved into the old house down the street," Exclaimed Peanut, seemingly forgetting the insult Bino had thrown at him only moments before "and they have a pet!"
Bino's interest in the conversation sky rocketed, his eyes lighting up in excitement. His face remained nutruel though.
"Peanut, are you absolutely sure it's a dog?" Bino asked with slight reprehenion, rembering what happened last time someone had came to him with this news.
"I saw him helping move boxes into the house, I'm sure of it!" Peanut stated with confidence.
Bino smirked. "Cat lover, record this because I'm only going to say this once." He stated bluntly, turning around and getting into a running position. "Thank you." With that, Bino took off, not bothering to wait for Peanut's response.
Bino was on cloud nine. He had led the club meeting, and now he was going to get to add a new member to it. 'I feel like I could sing!' Thought Bino to himself, soon realizing he really shouldn't. As the house came within sight, he got his first look at the new dog on the block. The first thing he noticed caused Bino to stop in his tracks and stare.
'Oh my dog, he's huge.' Bino thought with wide eyes.
Yes, this particular dog had about three inches on Bino's older brother. He wore a sky blue collar with a pencil shaped dog tag. His fur was a dark tan with light brown spots scattered across his fur and pale grey eyes. Currently, he hoisting three boxes in his arms as Bino approached him.
"Excuse me sir," Bino said smoothly, turning on his charisma which had gotten him many club members before him. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
The tall dog looked over his shoulder. "Sure thing, just get that last box and we'll walk and talk."
Bino nodded, and picked up the closest box to the door. He immediately hunched over and dropped the box on the ground, realizing how heavy it was.
"We're lucky nothing breakalbe was in that box." The tan dog said with a joking tone in his voice. "I'm Maxwell by the way, but feel free to call me Max."
"Bino." The green eyed dog said briefly, grunting as he lifted the box again.
"Nice to meet you Bino," Max said with a smile. "So, what brings you to our side of the neighborhood?" He asked.
"Well," Bino grunted, still struggling with his one box "Would you be interested in joining in a club for pets?"
"Exclusive to pets?" Max asked in amusement "I have never heard of such a concept. I like it."
"As long as you don't have fleas, you'll have no problems getting in." Bino said with a smirk. "You want to run this by your parents or do we have a deal?"
"My parents moved out here so we could be more social anyway." Max said, using his foot to open the front door to his house.
Bino quirked an eyebrow. "Did you just say 'we'?"
"Oh, you didn't know?" Max asked, setting the box down "I have a sister."
Bino had to fight to keep the smile off his face. Two members in one day, thats something Fido could only do once in a blue moon. "Where is she, I want to meet her."
"Well I've heard of love at first sight, but you seem rather enthusiastic." Max snarked, chuckling at Bino's incredous expression. "I'm just messing with you. She's not very social so she's been staying out back for awhile. Stay here, I'll go get her."
As Max headed for the back yard, Bino looked around the house. The last time he had been in the house, the wall paper was peeling, the carpet was moth eaten and the whole house stank of rodents. The entire house had been refurbished from floor to ceiling, painted a florencet green, with a shaggy white carpet and plenty of decorative pieces such as pictures and statues.
"Gotta say, this place is pretty awesome looking." Bino mumbled to himself, impressed.
"Why thank you deary." Came a voice from behind him. Bino jumped and span around, coming to face with a woman probably in her thirties. She had bright red hair, wore a green tube top, blue jeans and sandles. She had hazle eyes and was absolutely beaming.
Clearing his throat, Bino started his introductory speil again. "Hello Ma'am my name is Bino, and I-" Bino was interupted by a lung crushing hug.
"Why hello Bino, my name is Nancy." Nancy said enthusiastically, letting Bino out of the hug soon after. "Why, if I had a nickel, I'd say your part of that little dog club we've heard so much about."
Bino raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I was one of the co-founders, how did you know?"
"Deary, we moved to this neighborhood because of that club." Nancy said with a smile. "Why, I just hope you let cats in to, I don't think Tina could stand to be left out like she was back home."
Bino beamed with pride. "Well ma'am, I assure you-" Bino stopped dead and his eyes widened as he replayed her statement in his head. "Could you repeat that?"
Nancy never got the chance to speak, as Max rounded the corner with an oddly feline tail behind him. "Alright Bino, meet- " He gestured to the side and noticed no one was there. Rolling his eyes in mock frustration, he stepped to the side, revealing a orange furred cat around Bino's size with a single brown spot over her right eye. Her dark blue eyes widened as she saw Bino, and soon glanced down at her feet in an embarassed fashion.
"Bino, meet my adopted sister Tina." Max said with a huge smile on his face.
It took all of Bino's self restraint to keep from screaming.
Thats one down, who knows how many more to go. If you see some way I can improve my writing style, which I'm going to need because this is going to be kinda long, please let me know. I won't bite, I swear!
-Your new (soon to be ol') pal Passenger