The city that never sleeps. New York City. The city that I call home ever since I was just a puppy. Very few things had haunted me at such a young age. I do remember being left in the cold, rainy night by my mother. She didn't want to raise me and I never understood why. What did I do wrong? I'm only half German Shepherd and… my other half was her but I don't know what that is and my left flopped ear doesn't make any difference to me. I would hide out under rusted garbage bins considering it was the only thing my small body could fit under. I whimpered sadly in hopes of getting through to anyone within earshot of me. My body shook and shook from how cold it was that night. All I could do was close my eyes and await death but… I soon realized that my cries were heard.

I was then rescued by a kind hearted human who took me out of the frigid rain and back to his place in a worn old boat at the bottom of the bay with other dogs, who immediately took me in, gave me a blue bandana, and gave me my name. Plus, those dogs have become not only my dear and close friends but they're my family.

First we got Dodger, he's the leader of our gang and quite the wise cracker. He's got a cool attitude and knows the streets just as well as the rest of us. He's like a brother to me and I don't mind pumbling him every now and again. Next is Rita, she is my current best friend. She is a tough yet sweet natured. I love spending time with her and she's like a mother to me.

Next is Tito, the smallest of the gang. He's quite the hot head and he's a bit of a hopeless romantic. He often annoys us with his annoying choice of music that he often dances to. But underneath that, he's actually very good hearted.

Next we have Francis, the sophisticated one of our gang. He mostly spends his time watching the old tv that we have in our old boat house watching his daily dramas. Kind of an overachiever if put nicely.

Next is Einstein, not exactly the smartest tool in the shed but he's a good guy. Rather protective towards us, and the biggest dog out of all of us. With me being the third tallest yet second strongest because of me being half german shepherd.

And last but not least is our caretaker, Fagin, a.k.a the human who found me when I was a pup. Sure, he's a clumsy and skewed fellow, but he's lovable and cares for each of us equally. He's also in some trouble with a sadistic and villainous man he calls Sykes.

And last but not least is Sykes' personal lap dogs, Roscoe and Desoto. I can't stand those two mongrels because of their vicious, mean spirited attitude and disgustingly intelligence to add into the mix. They even try to hit on both Rita and I and it's always disgusted both of us. But considering they work for that brute, they're not easy to manipulate.

And myself, Rose, a German Shepherd half breed who loves living in the city with my friends and being a happy as can be. I'm also protective of my friends when they need to be defended. And if only what we had in store for us when a new member joins our gang. And it's not a dog either.