"It's The National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing; it is a sport where cars drive around a tri-oval for a number of laps, forty-three cars contest for the first place in each race! I love it!" explained Kurt. "If you want to know how we got here, I'll tell you right now. I got here when I was quite young; my owner was really busy and kept forgettin' to give me some food and I was starving. I decided to go outside and sit in the sunshine, a van came past me, it had the logo of my dog food on it, and I thought that if I'd follow it, there'd be food to where it would end up arriving. And so I did, but instead of gettin' food, I got a trip here, they fed me well and so I stayed here!" he explained. "Cyril… uh… well… um, take it away!" he points to him.
"Okay, I got here from the day my owner's family and I came to Tonopah for a holiday, we hailed from England back then. So we stayed here for a bit until my owner's wife was summoned back to London for an urgent conference they were expecting for her to come to. So they packed up and completely forgot about me. A week later, someone else rented the house for a vacation, the pound was notified, they arrived and they imprisoned me here. When I came here, Kurt was already here with another dog, Blake was his name. He was a Labrador; sadly he was adopted three days after my arrival." Cyril kindly explained.
"Yeah, he was a great guy, Blake" said Kurt, sadly. "Anyway, how did you guys get here?"
"Ok well, here's our story." Explained Penny, and so she explained how she became a dog and how they decided to leave the studio and how they ended up here. After she finished the story, Cyril and Kurt sat there completely speechless.
"You… you were a human once?" Kurt splattered. Penny nodded. "Hey, uh, what year is it exactly?"
"Twenty- thirteen" Penny said. Kurt gasps.
"I didn't we've been so long here!" he splutters.
And so, days come past with nothing but some chatting amongst themselves. Until, some families come to the pound for an adoption.
"Oh boy!" Cried Cyril, "Adoption time!"
"What?" Bolt asked.
"It's when humans come to the pound to adopt someone, one of us could be getting out of here" Cyril answered. Penny didn't want to be separated from Bolt. A pound guard came up to their unit and took them all out. He took them to a platform where they, and some other dogs, were lined up. The first family came in; they were a couple of seniors.
"Please, take all the time you need" the guard instructed.
"Thanks, sir" an old woman replied. They started to go up and down the platform looking at all the dogs.
"We are going with that one…" the woman pointed at a basset hound down the other side of the line. It came out and jumped into its new owner's arms.
"… and that one!" the man pointed at Kurt. He turned around, tears rolling down his muzzle.
"It's been nice knowing you guys" he sobbed.
"Bye" they all cried.
"OK, NEXT!" the guard shouted, another couple came in. They looked like a tough bunch. Just like the other couple, they scrolled up and down the line finally making a decision.
"We'll take that bulldog!" a man covered in tattoos points at Cyril.
"Oh my, bye guys" Cyril groans. They take him, and then they leave. The door shuts behind them.
"Ok guys, let's get you back to your units" the guard suggested. He took hold each dog, one by one they entered their units. Bolt and Penny got to their unit, sadly now they don't have anyone to share it with.
"So… what shall we do now?" Penny grins, Bolt knows what's coming, he nods, also grinning.