"Lucky four." Steele said with a cocky smile as he saw his four pups for the first time. That was funny, because Jenna, the pups' mother, didn't feel very lucky about the pups' birth. She loved them, of course, but she wondered what it would be like if the pups had a different father. Maybe a purebred, like Steele, but not as full of himself, or, maybe not a purebred at all. Maybe not even all dog. "What did you name these little champion mini mes, huh?" Steele asked. "Mark and Sparky are the boys. Miley and Jenny are the girls." Jenna said, not wanting to say anything else. "Mark and Sparky look like me. Very handsome little guys, if I do say so myself." Steele said, the cocky smile still not leaving his face as he scratched behind his ear. Jenna couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, leaving her nursing pups whining because of their mother's abscence. "Leave, Steele." She snapped. "What if I don't, princess?" He taunted. "I told you to leave!" She growled. She bit Steele on the paw. He howled in pain and ran out of the shed. She smiled at her pups. "What ever you do, don't be like your father." She whispered.