Hi, FanFictioners. This is my first fanfiction of Bolt. Hope you like it! Review, please.

Bolt wagged his small, fluffy white, tufted tail happily, and rolled onto his back. Leaping up suddenly, he jumped high into the air, and landed on a stuffed carrot toy. Grabbing it in-between his jaws, filled with sharp little baby teeth, Bolt shook his head frantically, threw the toy carrot across the glass pen, and it hit the walls with a thud, before falling to the floor again.

Growling threateningly, Bolt ran up to the toy carrot, scooped it up, and ran thrice around the pen, his four tiny paws crashing down again and again, until he tripped over his own feet, and fell to the ground. Bolt's wet black nose explored the soft, over-stuffed mattress, before whimpering.

With a tinkling sound, the pet shop door opened, revealing an elderly man, wearing a pale yellow polo top and grey shorts and black, polished shoes. He closed the door behind him, and shuffled to the coffee machine. Bolt watched him curiously, his nose throbbing slightly. Getting bored, Bolt barked and chased his tail, spinning quickly, turning into a artic snow blur.

As a beeping noise startled Bolt, he glanced upwards, his tail clamped in his mouth. A large cargo truck was parked outside Carl's Pet Shop, a wooden box visible through the truck's front window. The words Careful, Fragile was stamped on its side in bold black writing. A big, beefy woman opened the truck door, and unloaded the wooden box. Carl, the pet shop owner, fiddled with his glasses and marched outside.

Bolt twitched his ears, and watched as Carl carried the wooden box back inside, and dumped it on the cool navy-blue tiles. He used a crowbar to open the box, and about seven German Shepherds toppled out, piled on top of each other, barking madly. They sniffed everything, and spotted Bolt. Racing over, they all put their paws against the glass and licked it with pink pointy tongues.

Dancing, Bolt scrabbled the glass, whining loudly.

Grouping them together, Carl helped the German Shepherds into the glass pen, and stepped through a door and didn't come back for a while.

Staring at them miraculously, Bolt nuzzled every single one, registering their scent. The biggest bounced forwards and greeted Bolt.

'I'm Kevin,' he yapped. 'And this is Mimi, Coco, Ellie, Riley, KitKat and Danny.'

A puppy bounded on top of Bolt and slobbered on him when their name was called.

'Where did you guys come from?' Bolt enquired, sitting down and scratching behind his ears.

'A big place with hundreds of enormous metal boxes,' Coco replied, putting her head between her paws, and yawning widely.

'What's that?' Bolt yelped, pointing at Coco's side. A jet-black lightening bolt was splashed across her side, standing out boldly against her white fur.

'Oh, this?' KitKat sniggered, nudging Coco. 'That's her birth mark. We've all got one.'

Everyone stood up, and turned. KitKat was right. They did.

'You've got one, too!' Kevin chuckled, and showed Bolt. He had it.

'What's your name, kiddo?' Ellie asked, her head cocked.

'Bolt ...' he mumbled nervously, pushing himself to the wall.

Heart-melting, chocolate-brown eyes widened.

'Our mother of the litter, she had eight babies, not seven. But one got away, and could never be found again.' Danny whispered, sounding very dramatic. 'His name was … Bolt.'