This is the twelfth entry in a series created by brave kid and me, more of which he and I will be working on together in the future. Please enjoy, and, as the ever quotable Brighteyes might say, "A hap-hap-Happy Valentines Day to all!"(BTW brave kid, thank you very much for all of the story suggestions you've given me. I've had a lot of fun working on these stories with you, and I very much appreciate it. I look forward to writing future stories with you.)

It's a pleasant Valentine's Day morning in New York City. Inside Dot's Puppy Pound, the Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens are hard at work in mission control, looking for homes for the new puppies and purries who had arrived at the pound...all except for Niblet, who was taking a nap in his room. Just then, Niblet hears a knock on the door; he slowly opens one eye. "Uhmm..." he groans drowsily. "Please come in."

The door slowly opens and Olaf, the pound supervisor's assistant enters the room. "Good morning, Niblet." A slightly concerned look crosses his face. "If I, uhm, may ask, please, may I ask for your help with a little something?"

"Well, sure, Olaf! What may I help you with?"

Olaf blushes slightly and begins nervously shifting from foot to foot. "Well, y'see, I wanted to give Gretrude a special poem for Valentine's Day, but I'm so afraid that I might end up saying something goofy. Could you help me with it, please?"

"Absopositively, anything fer a friend."

"Thank you so much, Niblet, this means so much to me." Olaf replies delightedly.

"You're quite welcome, Olaf. Just leave everything to THE LOVE DOCTOR!" the big sheepdog's voice deepens at the end of the sentence. Olaf stares blankly at him. "Sumthin' I heard on a radio show." Niblet replies.