The sun was just peaking over the horizon as the town of New Haven was slowly coming to life. Shops were beginning to open, people driving to work, and the sounds of industry echoing across the railyard. Meanwhile, one place that was in a surprisingly quiet state was the local junkyard, there sleeping peacefully inside a wooden crate was a grey canine, a Schnauzer to be specific. He wasn't alone, however, as there was another person sleeping in the same crate, a long, sleek black canine who bore the resemblance of a mix between a Doberman and a Rottweiler, in simplest terms; a Rotterman. Gently snoring, the grey canine found himself being awakened by a pair of birds standing on top of the crate, slowly opening his eyes and giving out a yawn as they chirped above.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah…" The grey canine smacked his lips wearily, "what a time for a wakeup call…" Suddenly, there was a thud to the roof as the birds flew off in surprise, a growl coming from the black canine. "I don't have time to deal with this...not this early…" He grumbled sleepily. "Awwww, has the tough guy not had enough beauty sleep…?" The Schnauzer asked teasingly as the Rotterman looked right at him. "Funny you say that when we both know you've got the more feminine appearance", he replied mockingly. "Hmph, I want an apology." The grey dog huffed in theatrical offense, turning away from his black-furred counterpart, to which he could only look at the smaller canine bemused, suddenly putting his muzzle right to the Schnauzer's neck and moving it back and forth. "Will this suffice…?" The Rotterman asked, sadistic pleasure in his voice.
"Hehehehehe, stop it! Buster, my neck! I said-HEHEHEHE!" The Schnauzer giggled as he found it hard to move his neck away from Buster's muzzle. "C'mon, you know you can't stay mad at me, my little Tramp." Buster teased as he continued to nip down on Tramp's neck, holding the smaller canine in place by his left paw. "HAHAHAHAOKAYOKAY!" Tramp exclaimed between laughs, "You're right, you're right! I can't...stay mad at you...phew…" The Schnauzer breathed a sigh of relief as he finally felt the Rotterman ease on his neck.
"You're a real horndog, you know that?" Tramp added with a knowing look. "Hey, it's whatcha' love about me", Buster replied with a grin as he gave a final nip to Tramp's neck, with a slight chuckle coming from the Schnauzer as the Rotterman stood up. "Now then, what say the two of us head out for a lil somethin' ta' eat?" Buster said as he began to walk out of the crate and looked back at Tramp. "How's a few sausages sound to you?~" He added with a suggestive tone. "If it's coming from you, I know I'm getting premium quality~" Tramp cooed as he rubbed his side against Buster's, the black canine giving a content murr at this. "Well then, let's not prolong our unfilled guts, I'mma hankering for meat, with the thought of second servings", Buster smirked as he began to lead the way before he turned around, "Oop, hold on, I knew I was forgettin' something." "Whatever could you mean by…" Tramp cut himself off at the proximity between his and Buster's muzzles, the look in the latter's eyes was enough to lure him into a kiss that was held on for a few seconds...to then have Buster push him gently to the ground as it continued for a little bit longer before they pulled away for breath. "My morning kiss…~" Buster cooed as he slowly backed off. "The first meal of the day...now for the second course…~" He ushered Tramp to follow with a suggestive swish of his stubby tail, the main thought running around in Tramp's head as he followed on being;
"God, I love that dog."