Finally got an original story based off of the TV series done! This mostly adheres to the continuity of the first season (Holly owns the pound, Brighteyes is an adult dog rather than a puppy et al.), and, as in my previous fan fictions, Violet, Barkerville, Scrounger, Flack and Tubbs are part of the cast. This story does have some elements of the second season, too, however, in that everyone (rather than just Holly) can understand the dogs' language (this being an important part of the story). The storyline is based heavily off of a (very funny) Donald Duck comic called, "Managing the Eco System" which is part of the Lost in the Andes comic compilation, available on Amazon; also, the title of this story is taken from a song by Georgia Gibbs, which is available for download on Amazon. Please enjoy! (BTW, I have a picture of Duncan-as well as a picture of a real Dunker-on my blog, the Keeper of the Fun blog!)
It's a pleasant afternoon in New York City. Out back of Holly's Puppy Pound, Cooler and Nose Marie are raking leaves, Howler is dozing in a hammock, Brighteyes is sitting on the front step of her doghouse listening to a pop song on an ipod, tapping her toes on the ground in time with the beat, and Whopper is sitting in front of several small block towers, playing with a couple of action figures.
Brighteyes takes her earphones out just as Nose Marie happens up to her. "Gosh o' golly gee, that Taffy Thornton sure is a great singer." says Brighteyes.
"She shore is, Honey Lamb. It'd be mighty nice t'have some tickets ta that-there concert she's a'puttin' on at th' local bandstand, but they's a little too expensive."
Just then, Holly Trueblood, manager of the pound and owner of the Pound Puppies, walks into the yard leading a medium-sized dog on a leash, with the other three Pound Puppies following her closely behind. The dog resembles a beagle, except he's a much lighter brown, has a blue, black-splotched back, and is a bit larger.
"Hi, Holly." says Cooler. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Duncan, my friend Maddie's dog. She's planning on entering him in a dog show at the local fair; she has to judge the talent competition before the dog show, so she's asked me to keep an eye on him until then."
"He's shorely a right fancy-lookin' sort." Nose Marie says. "What kinda' dog might he be?"
"He's a Dunker. They're a very rare breed."
"Oh, awoo-oo-oo, a Dunker?" howls a concerned Howler. "He'd better be careful around water."
"No, Howler Hon'," says Nose Marie. "A Dunker's a type a' Norwegian huntin' dog."
"Norwegian? Like the Vikings? Ah, good, then he'll be okay around water after all."
"Y'all jus' don't get it, do ya?" the bloodhound replies indignantly.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Holly says. "Maddie gave us each tickets to the fair." She then hands the aforementioned to them.
"Gosh, thanks so much." says Cooler.
"Oh boy, this is gonna be great!" exclaims Whopper.
"Yeah," says Cooler. "There'll be rides!"
"And food!" says Scrounger.
"And games!" says Whopper.
"And food!"
"And music!" says Brighteyes.
"And food!"
"And prizes to be won!" says Howler.
"And food!"
"Scrounger Hon'," says Nose Marie. "Don't y'all ever think a' anything' 'cept food?"
"Well, yes, sometimes I think about dessert." the yellow basset hound replies. Nose Marie just stares blankly at him.