"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" An alarm clock started beeping, waking Desmond up.
Desmond put a paw on the clock, stopping it.
"…What's the time…?" Desmond yawned as he rubbed his eye.
"7:35 a.m.?" He saw, getting out of his bed and heading to the bathroom.
"Ah!" Desmond yelled, almost tripping on a suitcase.
"Oh, yeah! That's right, I forgot to unpack last night." He remembered while still yawning.
He started slightly twisting then stretching his back.
"Looks like my back's getting better."
Desmond looked over to his suitcases while cracking his neck.
"I'll unpack them after washing myself."
He got out of his room into the hallway and made his way towards the bathroom located to the left.
"Let's see, Dylan will be expecting me at 10 am. But I should be there earlier, that way we'll begin the tour exactly on time." Desmond told himself while washing his face.
As he got out of the bathroom, Desmond remembered his promise with Da Vinci.
"I should go early anyway. Da Vinci will be expecting me before the tour."
Entering the kitchen located at the end of the hallway, a ray of light coming out his window hit Desmond in the eyes. He looked out and saw the sun rising in the sky.
"There's that sunny day, the news promised." He said giving a smile.
Desmond started making himself breakfast.
"I got to unpack before I go out, though." Desmond reminded himself as he ate his kibbles.
"I'll just unpack quickly and go model for Da Vinci an hour earlier."
He finished his breakfast and went to unpack his suitcases.
"All done." Desmond finished. He looked at his alarm clock, seeing that it was 8:28 am.
"Quicker than I thought." He smirked.
Desmond took a small backpack in which he stored some money.
He exited his house trough the main door. Desmond closed the door, locking it.
He started making his way towards the Dalmatian family's house. As he was getting closer, Desmond heard someone calling him.
"Hello, you over there~" A dog was trying to grab Desmond's attention.
"Yes!" He looked to the side, seeing a Corgi waving from a window.
She had a yellowish-brown fur, long brown ears and wore a burgundy collar with pearls around it.
"Are you the new neighbor who moved in a day ago?" she asked, resting her head on her paw.
"That's me, yes. And you are?"
"Clarissa, dear." She replied.
"Desmond." He introduced himself.
"I must say Desmond, that crimson collar of yours is just to die for." Clarissa complimented him.
"Is the tag made out of pure gold?" her eyes were fixated on Desmond's collar.
"Yes, it is. And thanks for the compliment, but I need to—" Desmond got interrupted by her.
"Say, do you come from a wealthy family?" She asked interested.
"Well… I guess you could say that."
"I knew it! After all, a commoner couldn't possibly afford such a fine collar as yours."
"Thanks… I guess… Look, I'm in a hurry, so—" He said before getting interrupted by her again.
"Would you like to join me and my friends on a morning stroll? We were just about to set off."
"I'm afraid I'll have to decline, Clarissa. The neighbors living next to you already agreed to give me a tour around Camden." Desmond told her, trying to sound as polite as possible.
"Those ruff-raffs? Honestly, you would be better off spending time with the likes of moi. They'll only be a waste of your time, Desmond." She said, snobbishly.
"Hey now! No need for such words. They're a fine and kind family, you shouldn't be talking like that about them." Desmond scold her.
"Humph! The only thing they're fine in is being a bother for everyone on the street." Clarissa frowned as she looked towards the Dalmatians' house.
"But fine, suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where to find me." She gave him a wink as she went back into her house.
"Well, isn't she nice?" Desmond scoffed as he continued towards the Dalmatians' house.
Desmond sat in front of the door and as he was about to knock, the door beeped and Da Vinci came out of the house.
"Desmond!" she exclaimed, wagging her tail.
"Good morning Da Vinc—" Da Vinci grabbed his paw and hastily dragged him in.
"Come on! Come on! You said you'd come early!"
"How did you know when exactly I'd come?" Desmond asked, surprised.
"I saw you coming from the window."
"Ahh, I see." He smirked.
"And I did come early. I came an hour before the tour."
"Yeah! So let's not waste any more time!" She continued dragging him up the staircase to the second floor. When suddenly, he bumped into a Dalmatian walking down the stairs.
"Whoa there! You almost fell, kiddo." He grabbed Desmond by the paw, preventing him from falling down the stairs.
"Honey, I told you, no running on the stairs." He told Da Vinci.
"Sorry, dad." Da Vinci told her father.
He pulled Desmond up, letting go of his paw.
"Hey, aren't you Desmond? Everybody was talking about you last night." He said.
Desmond saw at once that the Dalmatian was almost as tall as he was; not only that, but he was very robust, too. He had a black patch on his right eye, his lower body was mostly covered in black fur, and wore a dark blue collar with a shield-shaped badge.
"Name's Doug." He told Desmond, giving him a handshake.
"I'm Desm—" he immediately stopped, realizing how redundant that would be.
"Hehe, sorry. I completely forgot you knew my name." Desmond giggled.
"Don't worry about it." Doug guffawed.
"From what I hear, you sound like a very decent fellow. Everybody here seems to like you."
"Nah, your family is just too nice, Doug." Desmond smiled.
"Ah! Hope I'm not being impolite, I can call you by name, right?" Desmond asked, a bit nervous.
"Feel free to!" Doug replied.
"Well, I wish I could talk with you more, Desmond, but duty calls!" he said, patting Desmond on the head.
"Off to work, dad?" Da Vinci guessed.
"Yep! Have fun with your painting, sweetie." Doug hugged his daughter for goodbye.
"Dad, not in front of Desmond. Come on!" Da Vinci blushed.
Desmond just gave out a small chuckle.
"Looking forward to seeing you next time." He told Desmond, smiling at him.
"Same here."
Doug then continued walking down the stairs and towards the main door, but before he exited the house, he turned around and called out to his kids.
"Group hug!" Doug yelled. And a moment later a whole wave of pups jumped onto him, hugging him.
Desmond looked at the pile of pups and let out a small giggle.
"Seems like your father's even more affectionate than mine." He told Da Vinci while still looking at the pile of Dalmatians.
"Hey, what does he work, Da Vinci?" Desmond asked, raising an ear up.
"He's a firefighter. Why ask?"
"Just curious." Desmond told her, Da Vinci then grabbed and pulled him towards her room. After entering the room, Da Vinci closed the door and put a chair in front of an opened window.
"I'd like you to go sit on that chair, Desmond."
Desmond looked around, seeing that almost the entirety of the room was covered in paintings.
"Did you draw all of these?!" he asked very intrigued.
"Huh?! Ah, Yes! Each one of them is mine."
"They are all so beautiful." He exclaimed.
Da Vinci jolted and her face went red, blushing out.
"You… Think so?" she asked, her eyes sparkled with happiness.
"Uh-huh. Honest!"
Desmond started walking around the room closely observing each of Da Vinci's paintings.
"I could spend the whole day looking at them, they're so mesmerizing." He told her.
"This one especially." Desmond stopped in front of a big canvas on which a painting of London was portrayed. There was a sunset in the background and the clouds were colored in a pinkish-red hue.
Desmond just stood there and gazed at it as Da Vinci walked up to him.
"I'll be honest with you Da Vinci… I envy your skills." Desmond looked at her.
Da Vinci gave a puzzled look.
"Despite me being a huge fan of art… I was never good at it whatsoever." Desmond said, frowning a bit.
"Aww, don't say that. Everybody can be good at anything if they put some effort into it." She put her paw on his shoulder.
"…Maybe, but I've never been able to draw anything that didn't look like it came out of kindergarten." He gave a little giggle.
Da Vinci looked at her painting, thinking for a bit, before looking back at Desmond.
"Desmond… I could teach you how to if you want." She suggested.
"You would?" Desmond's ears stood up.
"Well… I mean… I've never taught anyone before, but I see that you genuinely love art and I'd give it a shot if it would make you happy." Da Vinci gave a warm smile.
"Not to mention that I owe you for modeling for me yesterday." She reminded.
Desmond couldn't help but grin out of joy.
"How about we postpone this session and just spend the hour drawing instead?"
"That'd be great!" Desmond wagged his tail, elated.
Da Vinci walked up to a desk in her room, grabbed two pencils lying on it and gave one to Desmond. Then she took out a couple of sketchbooks and started teaching him basic shapes.
"Dolly~! You missed a spot here." Dylan called out to his sister, pointing at a dirty smudge on the kitchen floor.
"Give me a second! I gotta finish preparing everyone's breakfast!" Dolly yelled.
"Don't forget to clean the bathroom too."
"I know, I know!"
"And today is window washing day!"
"Fine! Let me finish first!" Dolly was starting to get irritated.
"And the trash?" Dylan waked up to her, giving a smug grin.
"Bro… I'm five seconds away from shoving this bowl in your face if you don't zip it!" she gave her brother a mean look.
Dylan just gave out a cackle.
"Fine, I'll leave you." Dylan started walking out of the kitchen when Dolly shouted out.
"BREAKFAST!"
Dylan felt the floor shaking as a tsunami of pups rushed into the kitchen, running him over.
Dolly gave out a loud laugh, wiping off a tear.
Dylan stood himself up.
"Was that on purpose?" he asked, squinting at his sister.
"Who knows~" Dolly grinned at him.
He exhaled in exasperation.
"Let's see 1, 2, 3…" Dolly started counting her siblings, making sure all of them were on the table.
"Alright, does anyone want to join me on the tour?" Dylan asked his brothers and sisters.
"94, 95, 96… Uhh… Where's…" Dolly paused, seeing that one of her siblings was missing.
"DA VINCI! COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!" she shouted, but her sister didn't show up nor answer back.
"DA VINCI!"
"Augh! Dylan go get her, will ya?"
"Sure. She's probably too focused on a painting or something to hear you." Dylan assumed.
He exited the kitchen, walking up the staircase and arrived in front of Da Vinci's room.
"Da Vinci, come on, breakfast's ready." He said as he knocked on her door, then opened it.
"I know I have to draw them perfectly, but won't this do?" Desmond showed a bunch of poorly drawn squares, triangles, and circles in his sketchbook.
"Nope. I want you to draw them as precisely as possible, otherwise, we won't be able to move on to more complex shapes." Da Vinci shook her head.
"Tsk! Fine, I'll just have to practice more, right?" he asked, slightly vexed.
"Yeah! Yeah! Exactly, just don't—"
"Oh, Hey! Desmond! When did you arrive?" Dylan interrupted them.
"Good morning, Dylan!" Desmond greeted him.
"I came earlier, remember? Da Vinci just pulled me in her room before I could greet you."
"So that's what you were occupied with, huh, Da Vinci?" Dylan walked up to his sister.
"Well, come on. Everybody's waiting for you for breakfast."
"Okay, give me a second." She told him.
"Is your back getting better?" Dylan turned his attention at Desmond.
"Uh-huh, thanks to your mom."
"That's great. Say, Desmond, would you like to join us?"
"No, thanks. I already had breakfast." Desmond politely declined.
"Okay, then you can go wait in the living room. Use the TV if you want. I'll come shortly, there's still some more time before the tour."
"Thanks, Dylan!"
Dylan exited the room, walking back to the kitchen, joining his siblings.
"As I was saying, just don't give up. You'll get the hang of it." Da Vinci told Desmond, giving him the pencil and sketchbook he used.
"Why are you giving them to me?" Desmond got confused.
"Practice at home. I want you to draw those shapes for half an hour every day until you get them right." She smiled.
"…Thank you, Da Vinci." Desmond returned the smile.
Da Vinci then exited her room, promptly followed by Desmond, who put the pencil and sketchbook in his backpack. He then walked down the stairs as he did he saw Dolly passing by, carrying a mop in her mouth.
"Hey, good morning, Dolly!" he greeted her.
Dolly spat the mop out in a spinning manner, catching it as it fell.
"Morning Des!" How's you back?" she asked.
"Way better than yesterday."
"Good to hear! The others are in the kitchen if you're looking for them." She pointed towards the kitchen with the mop.
"I was heading to the living room, actually."
"Are you going to join us on the tour?" he asked.
"Wish I could, but…" she spun the mop in her paw.
"Oh, yeah. You had to do all the chores today, right?" Desmond remembered.
"But don't ya worry, one of the chores is taking the pups out to the park. So, I'll be joining you to there." She reassured, smiling.
"Oops! Spoiled your first stop, sorry." Dolly giggled.
"Don't worry, you got me more excited now. I always liked strolling in parks."
"Alright then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bathroom to clean." Dolly said with a frown on her face, walking past Desmond towards the bathroom, sighing before entering it.
Desmond smirked at her before going to the living room. There was a clock hooked to the wall, Desmond looked at it, seeing that it was 9:45 am.
"Got fifteen minutes, might as well take Dylan's offer." Desmond jumped on the couch, turning the TV on.
When the clock hit 10:00 am. Dylan walked into the living room, carrying a fanny pack. He gestured with his head that it was time to go. Desmond turned the TV off, jumped down from the couch and waked up to him.
"Desmond, some of my siblings said they wanted to come along. You don't mind, do you?" Dylan asked.
"No, not at all. So, who's joining?" Desmond asked, looking behind him, trying to find them.
"They're waiting at the main door. Actually… You probably haven't met them, but they've met you."
Desmond looked at him confused.
"When?"
"Last night at the table. They were just a bit shy, that's why they didn't interact with you." Dylan explained.
"Come! They want to meet you now." Dylan went out of the living room and into the hallway. Desmond followed him, exiting the room he saw four Dalmatians, three of which wore backpacks, waiting outside the main door.
"Desmond, I'd like you to meet Dawkins…" Dylan gestured towards the furthest left Dalmatian, which held a tablet. His ears were completely black and so was his tail, the spots on his cheeks resembled freckles, and he wore a blue collar with an orange tag in the shape of a molecule.
"Oh wow! You're way taller up close." Dawkins smiled, extending his paw for a handshake.
Desmond shook his paw and smiled back at him.
"Apologies for not taking part in your welcoming, yesterday, Desmond." Dawkins said, slightly embarrassed.
"It's fine, don't worry about it." Desmond said, letting go of his paw.
"That's D.J…" Dylan gestured to the pup sitting next to Dawkins. His ears were black with a single white spot near the end of each ear, he wore red headphones and a red collar with a black square tag that had a white circle on it.
D.J. waved a paw and gave Desmond a small smile.
"I'm Delgado!" the pup next to D.J. exclaimed, wagging its tail. He had a pointy right ear with a small cut on it, his left ear had a black patch at its tip, the spots on his front legs had a band-like pattern, he wore a black collar with a golden tag, and used a red-colored dog wheelchair.
"Now, come on! Come on! Let's go already!" he said in a spurt, stamping his paws on the ground.
"Very energetic, I see." Desmond noted.
"Hold it, Delgado. We'll be going in a minute." Dylan rubbed his younger brother's head.
"And lastly, that's Deepak." Dylan gestured towards the furthest pup to the right who was the only of the four that didn't wear a backpack. The right side of his body was predominantly covered in black, His left front leg and right hind leg were black and right front leg and left hind leg were white, he had a black tail with a white tip, his black right ear had three white spots and it was the same for his left ear, but reversed, and wore a half-red, half-blue collar.
Desmond started walking up to Deepak to greet him when suddenly Deepak shouted at him.
"STOP!" he yelled, causing Desmond to stop in place, startled.
"W-What?!" Desmond asked, alarmed.
"Look under your paw!" Deepak exclaimed, pointing at Desmond's paw that was just about to step on the ground.
Desmond moved his paw to the side, seeing a small caterpillar underneath it.
"You were going to squish it." Deepak said walking up to the caterpillar gently picking it up with his paw.
Right at that moment as Deepak was close to Desmond, he felt cozy energy flowing from him.
"What a calm and friendly aura." Deepak looked up gazing into Desmond's eyes.
"Come again?" Desmond rose an eyebrow.
"Your aura's very pleasant." Deepak gave a smile then lightly tapped Desmond's paw.
"Be more careful where you step, what if I hadn't noticed the caterpillar?" Deepak gave a serious look.
"S-Sorry…" Desmond apologized, still trying to get his head around what Deepak said.
"Umm… What do you mean? You can feel my aura?" Desmond asked, completely baffled, but more intrigued at the same time.
"Deepak here has heightened senses, you see. So, he can, to a moderate extent, feel others' auras." Dawkins explained as he walked up to Desmond.
"I've heard of animals and even humans being able to do that. It's some sort of anomaly, but it should be occurring rarely… I think." Desmond tilted his head, a bit unsure.
"It helps me get a better idea of someone's nature. Your aura doesn't lie, after all." Deepak said, walking up to Delgado.
"For example, Delgado's aura is full of energy and vitality right now."
"You don't need any special abilities to see that, Deepak." Dylan smirked.
"Alright Desmond, just one more thing before we go. Since Dolly's taking care of all the chores, I have the whole day to myself. So, I thought instead of only Camden, we could go around London too." Dylan offered.
"Oh, Yeah! I'd like that a lot! To be honest, I wanted to go visit some of London's landmarks." Desmond wagged his tail in excitement.
"But are you guys fine with such a long trip? It's probably going to take the whole day." Desmond turned his attention back at the four pups.
"Not to worry, Desmond. We're all fine with it, except for Deepak of course." Dawkins reassured him.
"Alright everyone, TO THE PARK!" Dolly shouted as she jumped out of the house, on a skateboard, over the six dogs' heads.
"BOW-WHACKA-WOW!" she yelled out, lending on the sidewalk.
A moment later she was followed by a wave of puppies rushing out the main door, running over Desmond and the others, except for Deepak, who jumped to the side.
"Great way to start off the tour, huh?" Dylan joked, standing up from the ground as did the others.
"C'mon you guys! Gonna sit there all day?" Dolly smirked, waiting on her board.
They walked down the porch stairs when Desmond noticed Deepak going back inside the house.
"Hey, Deepak! Aren't you coming?" Desmond asked a bit confused.
"Huh?! Oh, no. I just came to introduce myself. Do you have any idea how chaotic our house is? There's no way I'm missing the peaceful, tranquil atmosphere with everyone gone now." He answered.
"Not to mention that I have to find a nice bush for this little friend." He raised his paw on which the caterpillar was crawling.
"Have fun on your trip!" Deepak waved a paw at them then went back into the house.
"Didn't know you could ride a skateboard, Dolly." Desmond walked up to her.
"Hehe, now you know." She giggled then gestured with her paw for him to follow her.
The pups were waiting for them jumping up and down impatiently.
"Go on, just stick close." Dolly told them as she was riding on her board.
"Okay, big sister!" the pups exclaimed in unison and started to walk fast, close to them.
"Umm… Is Dante not going to the park?" Desmond asked, looking at the group of pups, not finding him.
"Dante likes going outside during the evening. He says he likes the ambiance of it." Dylan answered.
"Aha, I can relate." Desmond gave a small smile.
As they were walking down the street, they passed by the house where Desmond met Clarissa.
"Say, you know of a Corgi named Clarissa?" Desmond asked.
"The one whose house we're passing by?" Dolly frowned.
"Yes." He nodded.
"Yeah, we know her. The snobby little—" Dolly stopped herself, remembering that her younger siblings were listening.
"Why ask about her?" she rose an eyebrow.
"I'm asking because when she talked with me this morning, she was very fixated on my collar. It was kind of weird. Does she usually do that?" Desmond pointed at his collar.
Dylan and Dolly took a more careful look at it.
"Now that you mentioned it… The tag sure looks shinier than other gold ones I've seen." Dolly said.
"The leather seems expensive, too." Dylan added.
"Well, no wonder that was the only thing she noticed about you. That spoiled Corgi's only interested in pricey stuff. Trust me, Des, if it wasn't for your collar, she wouldn't have given you any attention." Dolly huffed.
"Yeah! Yeah! She's bad!" Dizzy and Dee Dee said in unison.
"She sure seemed unpleasant. So… I should stay away from her, then…?" Desmond asked.
"YES!" Everyone exclaimed, startling him a bit.
"…Okay." Desmond just answered as they continued walking down the street.
"And here we are!" Dylan proclaimed, gesturing towards the park's gates.
"Alright, everyone! ON A RAMPAGE!" Dolly yelled at the pups.
"BUT NOT LITERALLY!" Dylan quickly added, shouting at them.
All the pups dashed through the park's gates, Delgado along with them, outrunning them all. Dolly went in, riding on her skateboard, followed by Dylan, Desmond, and Dawkins.
"Well, what do you think?" Dylan asked Desmond as they were approaching the center of the park.
"…Nothing special, just a normal park, but I like it. It's big and from what I can see, there are a lot of places where I can just lay down and rest. Can stroll around here too, I guess." Desmond then noticed the big fountain in the middle of the park, it had a horse statue build on it.
"Now that's interesting!" Desmond walked up to it.
"What, the fountain? I guess it has a nice design. You can go cool off in it if you want." Dylan told him.
"No, no, the statue." Desmond pointed at it.
"Look at how detailed it is." Desmond walked around the fountain, examining the statue even more.
"Should we leave you two alone?" Dawkins joked.
"Very funny Dawkins." Desmond chuckled.
"THINK FAST, DES!" Dolly yelled as she threw a blue Frisbee at him.
Desmond caught it with his mouth at the last second then looked at the direction Dolly threw it from and saw a sea of pups charging at him. He quickly threw the Frisbee in a random direction. The pups instantly changed direction, chasing after it.
"Nice throw, Des! I think you covered twenty meters there!" Dolly exclaimed impressed as she rode her board towards him, stopping with a powerslide.
"I'll say! I've never seen a dog throw a flying disc that far!" Dawkins admired.
"It's my favorite game to play, after all. I've had plenty of time practicing my throw. In fact, I was the best back in my city." Desmond smirked.
"Hey, guys! Pass over the Frisbee!" Dylan yelled at the pups.
The pups ran over to their older brother, giving him the Frisbee.
"I said pass, not hand over, but okay." He smiled at them then look at Desmond.
"If that's so, I'd like to challenge you to a game of '500'!" Dylan challenged.
"I accept! But I'll let you know that I've never lost at that game. So, don't be surprised if you happen to lose." Desmond smirked in confidence.
"Oh-ho! Now it's on!" Dylan said, walking up to him, giving a competitive look.
"Haha! Count me in! If Dylan's gettin' fired-up over this, then I'm gonna play as well." Dolly exclaimed, jumping off her skateboard.
"You in, Dawkins?" She asked her little brother.
"Not a chance, Dolly. I'll just watch you from the side."
"Then keep an eye on my board, okay?" Dolly pushed her skateboard towards him.
"No problem." He took the board and headed towards a nearby tree.
"Do they know how to play?" Desmond looked at the pile of pups.
"Well… No, they don't. But don't worry, I'll quickly teach them." Dylan turned towards his siblings. He spat out the Frisbee on the ground, near him.
"Listen, everyone! Here are the rules…" Dylan said and all of the pups' ears stood up.
"One dog starts as the thrower…" Dylan gestured towards Desmond.
"The others gather around, away from the thrower…" he gestured towards himself, Dolly and them.
"The thrower then throws the Frisbee towards the group, yelling out a certain amount of points. Whoever catches the Frisbee receives that amount of points. The first to get 500 points or more wins."
"Then the winner becomes the thrower. Got it?"
"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" The pups shouted out in excitement.
Dylan picked up the Frisbee and tossed it to Desmond.
"Alright, follow me!" Dylan yelled, Dolly and the pups went after him as Dylan made some space between him and Desmond.
"Ready when you are, Des!" Dolly shouted out to him.
Desmond tilted his head to the side, holding the Frisbee in his mouth, then threw it at them.
"TEN POINTS!" he called out.
Everyone readied themselves for the upcoming disc. Dolly jumped high in the air catching it with her mouth.
"That's ten points for me!" Dolly announced, throwing back the disc at Desmond.
Desmond pondered for a bit about the next amount of points, then he threw it again, faster this time.
"TWENTY POINTS!" he shouted again.
Everyone jumped as high as they could to try and catch the Frisbee. Dolly was about to catch it again when Dylan jumped higher than her, catching it with his mouth.
"HAHAHA! You saw that, Dolly?" Dylan smirked at his sister.
"Pfff! You were just lucky, bro. Nice job though." Dolly said, giving him a high-five.
Dylan threw the Frisbee back to Desmond who caught it. He tilted his head to the side getting ready to throw it again.
As all of that was happening, Dawkins was laying under a tree, readying a physics book he had in his backpack, occasionally taking a look at the game.
"250 POINTS!" he yelled, throwing the disc at them.
Everyone jumped high up, trying to catch the Frisbee. Dolly was the one to catch it, spinning in the air as she did.
"YAHOO! VICTORY'S MINE!" Dolly screamed out of joy.
"Aww! But we want to play more!" Dee Dee exclaimed, giving a sad look as did all the puppies.
"Don't worry, Dee Dee, we will. Dolly's the thrower now, remember?" Dylan reassured her.
"Okay, sis, go switch with Desmond." Dylan told her. She then headed towards Desmond. He did the same, walking towards her. At the halfway point, Dolly tilted her head at Desmond getting his attention.
"You better not lose to Dylan." She joked.
"As if! He challenged me to this game, no way I'm letting him win." Desmond gazed at Dylan as he said that to her.
"That's the spirit!" She giggled, then proceeded to take her place.
As Desmond approached the group Dylan gave him a cocky smile.
"You ready?" he asked Desmond boldly.
"What? For you to lose?" Desmond smiled at Dylan as he took his' place beside him.
"Now it's personal." Dylan growl at him in a friendly manner.
"Okay, everyone here it comes!" Dolly yelled.
"FIFTY POINTS!" She shouted, throwing the disc.
Dylan and Desmond were the first to jump off the ground in an attempt to catch the Frisbee.
After half an hour of entertainment, Dawkins pulled his tablet out of the backpack. He looked at the time and saw that it was 10:48 am.
"Oh, kibbles. We're being off schedule." He noted, closing his book, putting it back in the backpack and headed towards the group of dogs.
"100 POINTS!" Dolly yelled out, throwing the disc.
Desmond and Dylan both gave each other a quick gaze, before jumping for the disc. Desmond, only a few centimeters above Dylan, tightly bit the Frisbee and landed on the ground.
"And Desmond snatches the win!" Dolly yelled, heading towards them.
"Okay, okay… You win, Desmond." Dylan patted him on the shoulder.
"But only because you were taller."
"Hehehe! Maybe. Good game though! We were pretty much even." Desmond lightly jabbed him on the shoulder.
"Dylan! Dylan! We're being late. It's near 11 am." Dawkins walked up to his older brother.
"Late?! Guess I was too invested in the game to notice." Dylan pondered.
"Delgado, D.J. come on! We're going!" he yelled to his brothers, who quickly ran over to him.
"Going already? Wished you could stay a bit longer." Dolly said.
"Sorry, Dolly, but we're being late. So we shouldn't waste any more time" Dylan told her, sternly.
"Well, okay. No need to be so serious about it." She rolled her eyes.
"I'll be staying here with the pups for another half hour." She told them.
"Have fun, you guys!" Dolly gave them a big smile.
All the pups gathered around to send them off.
"Bye, big brothers! Bye, mister Desmond!" All the pups waved their paws at them.
They waved back at the pups as they went on their way.
"DOLLY, DON'T FORGET TO THROW OUT THE TRASH!" Dylan yelled from across the park.
"OKAY, OKAY, JUST GO ALREADY!" Dolly shout back, annoyed.
"BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, KEEP AN EYE ON THE PUPS AS YOU'RE GOING BACK HOME!" Dylan yelled out, firmly.
"Don't worry, you big nanny." She murmured.
Dylan's group proceed to leave the park while Dolly and the pups began a new game of "500". Dolly stopped for a minute, pondering on a thought.
"Dylan hasn't played '500' in a long time… So why now?" she turned her head around, taking a look at her brother as he was leaving the park.
"…Oh, well." She shrugged her shoulders.
"C'mon guys, pass me the Frisbee, I'm the thrower!" Dolly yelled at her brothers and sisters as she got into position for the new game.