Hello readers. It has been sooooooooo long since I've written a story. I hope you missed me, because I missed you too. This story is the history of Rubble. I don't want to say much, so I don't give much away from, the story.

Anyways

Welcome to PAW Patrol History: Rubble

Chapter 1:

It was a foggy, cloudy, dark and stormy night. Downtown was very loud and negative tonight. Nobody was even generous enough to take or care for a young little English bulldog pup, living in a small card board box, on the sidewalk next to a liquor store. On the box said the little innocent pups name… Rubble. Rubble was doing his very best to look cute so someone could possibly take him. Although, no one could care less. "*sniff* I-I-I just… w-w-want a… family" whimpered Rubble as his eyes filled with tears and he fell into a sad, depressed, lonely, and unloved sleep.

Morning came. Rubbles eyes opened, all stilled wet with tears. Although Rubble didn't even want to wake up. "What's the point of waking up every single day, just to find out it won't be a good one?" Rubble thought to himself. *rrrr*. "Uuuugh. Fine" said Rubble to his stomach. He got up and walked to the trash behind the liquor. Thankfully, the store sold more than just alcohol, it also sold lunch food. Rubble was relieved to find a burger with barely no gunk on it. Rubble took the burger in his mouth, walked slowly to the box, slipped in, lay down on a yellow blanket inside, and ate slowly.

"What a wonderful life eh my good old stinky friend. Yeah… what a wonderful shitty life!" barked sarcastically.

Well, that was chapter 1. What did you think of the first story in like forever? I actually just decided to jump on since I had the chance, and came up with this at the top of my head. Hope you enjoyed, oh and… it's nice to be back.

And with that

Peace out