Chapter 1
Tramp's Meditation
I Do not Own Lady and the Tramp
It had been three weeks since Tramp had come to live with Lady's Family. The proud canine now stood in the family's living room, thinking about how much his life had changed since he met Lady. Nearly a month ago, he had been a happy go lucky street dog living a life of liberty, adventure, danger, and excitement. And, of course, girl's as well. He had had so many girlfriends he could no longer remember them all. Romance had been one of the thrills of his life on the street. However, all of that had since changed. His feelings for Lady gave him more happiness then any Girl before her. "what is this feeling?" thought Tramp to himself. In any case, through being adopted, he had traded the life of danger and thrills for one of security and peace. While he occasionally missed his old life, he in no way regretted his decision, for he had found more happiness in this life than the one he had left behind.
The other wonderful change had been his new family. After his rescue of Jim Dear and Darling's Baby, the family had quickly adopted him, and had grown to be quite fond of him. In addition to kindness, they were also remarkably patient with him. But then again, they seemed to have understood from the get go that it would be no easy task to teach a street dog to live a life so different from the only one he had ever known. Of course, it helped that Lady had always been there as he struggled to adapt to his new life on a leash. "Lady." thought Tramp. She was the reason he had adopted this new life: for her.
Unlike his previous girls, Tramp had more than just a desire for Lady, he genuinely enjoyed her company, he wanted to shelter her, to protect her, but most of all, he wanted her to be happy, and he wanted to make her happy. He thought to himself, "Thank Anubis we met." He felt himself almost drift away in the joy of his emotions.
Another bonus his new life had brought him was recognition. Since the rescue of the baby, he had been perceived as a hero by most of the "park avenue" dogs. Not just dogs either: several times, people whom he had never seen, though Jim Dear or Darling seemed to know them, exclaimed upon seeing him, "So this must be the heroic mongrel I've heard so much about!"
Tramp suddenly snapped out of his ego fueling memory/fantasy, and his focus returned to Lady. Then he suddenly heard a voice from the other room.
"Darling, have you noticed how affectionate Lady and Tramp seem to be for each other."
"Affectionate? I'd say they seem to be in love."
"well if that's the case, shouldn't we…"
"No Jim Dear. Let them be happy together."
"Love." That had been the word Tramp was looking for, the word for what he felt for Lady. "But how do I show her my love?" Tramp thought to himself. It was clear then, that he didn't know the answer, for the "Kennel club set" probably had strange rules for this as they did for seemingly everything else. "Should I ask lady?" thought Tramp before immediately rethinking his idea with the full knowledge that she probably didn't know either. Also she had been rather moody as of late, and he didn't want to startle her. "Who to ask for help?" pondered the grey furred mutt. Then it dawned on him, his one neighbor who still had yet to fully Trust him, Jock.
