[That Black Puppy]
STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH.
Copyright Characters (in this chapter) That Are Mine
Humans: Thomas, Benjamin, Thomas
Dogs/Wolves: Jacelyn, Dallas, Bandit
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
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Chapter One
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"Fetch, Jace, fetch!" Thomas said as he whistled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, Tom, she won't fetch, and you know it," Benjamin said. He watched Jacelyn closely. She did not move a muscle, despite Thomas' throwing of the Frisbee in the air. Any dog would do this simple "task", but not Jacelyn. She sat down and stared at Thomas, as though saying, "I'm not fetching that thing!"
"Come on, we should get home," Benjamin patted Thomas on the shoulder.
"Okay," Thomas sighed as he reluctantly headed towards the house down the road. Jacelyn followed closely behind, and so did Benjamin.
Dallas raised his head as the three marched on in. He greeted his owners with a loud "WOOF!" and padded over to Jacelyn, who nuzzled him. Of course, they were not mates – they never were, or ever would be. They just had a strange bond that tied them together; it was probably the fact that they had been together for quite a while, and that was probably what brought them close to each other.
"How was your walk?" Dallas asked.
"Boring, as usual," Jacelyn sighed.
"Ah, really?"
"Yeah. Why don't you ever go for walks?"
"I go for walks with Benjamin," Dallas said, "When you're not around."
"Oh," Jacelyn replied. It was true that she wasn't home as often anymore. She always went out to play with her friends, like Bandit. Bandit used to be her next-door neighbour, but he moved further with Rosy and her family, to a house a few streets away. Of course, Jacelyn had no idea that Bandit used to be her next-door neighbour until he told her. Jacelyn also played with Oreo, Biscuit, and Janessa. These four dogs had been her playmates for two years, except for Bandit, who had been her playmate for only half a year. Biscuit was a German Shepherd/Husky/Newfoundland mix. He was white, with a little black patch on the right side of his body. His ears were floppy, and his tail hung down neatly. Oreo was a Husky/Alaskan Malamute mix. He looked like a Husky and had white and black markings. His tail was curved down onto his back. Janessa was a purebred German Shepherd.
Dallas lay his head down and took a deep breath. Jacelyn paid close attention, expecting Dallas to say something. However, Dallas just sighed, and closed his eyes. Jacelyn opened her mouth to ask what he had been about to say, but shut it immediately. She waited, but Dallas stayed the way he was – eyes closed, body on mat, snoring away. She sighed, and put her head on her paws, looking at Dallas. She now felt guilty. Old Dallas. That was what some dogs called him. He was much older than Balto, and was wise for his age, and that made him a potential target for name-calling, and things much worse than that, like injuring him, for example. That was one of the reasons Dallas never left the house. As much as he was smart and knew the tricks of fighting, he was not as nimble as he used to be, and depended on others for protection. He had taught Jacelyn some fighting tricks, in case she ever got into a fight, which he doubted she would, but better safe than sorry!
Jacelyn turned away from Dallas and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky, and it wasn't all that cold out, or at least, not to her. She considered walking out, to take a breath of fresh air, but reconsidered and sat down next to an old antique armchair. Dallas was lying right in front of it. She didn't want to pounce; Dallas was too tired for that, and she would probably make him upset by pouncing on him. So she resisted the urge and lay down, letting her mind and body drift off into a peaceful sleep. The last thing that crossed her mind was a meeting she had to attend later on with the Outcast gang – Bandit, Oreo, Biscuit, Janessa, herself, and a few other dogs.
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STORY IS WRITTEN IN BRITISH ENGLISH.
Copyright Characters (in this chapter) That Are Mine
Humans: Thomas, Benjamin, Thomas
Dogs/Wolves: Jacelyn, Dallas, Bandit
A/N: When I say "years/months" I mean HUMAN years. Just thought I'd clarify that.
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Chapter One
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"Fetch, Jace, fetch!" Thomas said as he whistled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, Tom, she won't fetch, and you know it," Benjamin said. He watched Jacelyn closely. She did not move a muscle, despite Thomas' throwing of the Frisbee in the air. Any dog would do this simple "task", but not Jacelyn. She sat down and stared at Thomas, as though saying, "I'm not fetching that thing!"
"Come on, we should get home," Benjamin patted Thomas on the shoulder.
"Okay," Thomas sighed as he reluctantly headed towards the house down the road. Jacelyn followed closely behind, and so did Benjamin.
Dallas raised his head as the three marched on in. He greeted his owners with a loud "WOOF!" and padded over to Jacelyn, who nuzzled him. Of course, they were not mates – they never were, or ever would be. They just had a strange bond that tied them together; it was probably the fact that they had been together for quite a while, and that was probably what brought them close to each other.
"How was your walk?" Dallas asked.
"Boring, as usual," Jacelyn sighed.
"Ah, really?"
"Yeah. Why don't you ever go for walks?"
"I go for walks with Benjamin," Dallas said, "When you're not around."
"Oh," Jacelyn replied. It was true that she wasn't home as often anymore. She always went out to play with her friends, like Bandit. Bandit used to be her next-door neighbour, but he moved further with Rosy and her family, to a house a few streets away. Of course, Jacelyn had no idea that Bandit used to be her next-door neighbour until he told her. Jacelyn also played with Oreo, Biscuit, and Janessa. These four dogs had been her playmates for two years, except for Bandit, who had been her playmate for only half a year. Biscuit was a German Shepherd/Husky/Newfoundland mix. He was white, with a little black patch on the right side of his body. His ears were floppy, and his tail hung down neatly. Oreo was a Husky/Alaskan Malamute mix. He looked like a Husky and had white and black markings. His tail was curved down onto his back. Janessa was a purebred German Shepherd.
Dallas lay his head down and took a deep breath. Jacelyn paid close attention, expecting Dallas to say something. However, Dallas just sighed, and closed his eyes. Jacelyn opened her mouth to ask what he had been about to say, but shut it immediately. She waited, but Dallas stayed the way he was – eyes closed, body on mat, snoring away. She sighed, and put her head on her paws, looking at Dallas. She now felt guilty. Old Dallas. That was what some dogs called him. He was much older than Balto, and was wise for his age, and that made him a potential target for name-calling, and things much worse than that, like injuring him, for example. That was one of the reasons Dallas never left the house. As much as he was smart and knew the tricks of fighting, he was not as nimble as he used to be, and depended on others for protection. He had taught Jacelyn some fighting tricks, in case she ever got into a fight, which he doubted she would, but better safe than sorry!
Jacelyn turned away from Dallas and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky, and it wasn't all that cold out, or at least, not to her. She considered walking out, to take a breath of fresh air, but reconsidered and sat down next to an old antique armchair. Dallas was lying right in front of it. She didn't want to pounce; Dallas was too tired for that, and she would probably make him upset by pouncing on him. So she resisted the urge and lay down, letting her mind and body drift off into a peaceful sleep. The last thing that crossed her mind was a meeting she had to attend later on with the Outcast gang – Bandit, Oreo, Biscuit, Janessa, herself, and a few other dogs.
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