It was a rainy night in London Lady has just given birth to five children one of which looked like its father the rest resembled their mother. Tramp the children's father gave a silly grin as his eyes looked upon his puppies. Lady nor the Tramp noticed the dog looking through the pantry window. "Well isn't that cute my brother always getting the best while I meant to suffer one day he will pay him and his family." The dog looked a lot like the Tramp she was gray with the same large eyes the only difference was she was a bit smaller and at the moment a lot pudgier then he is. The lady and master of the house past by the window and she dropped down so they wouldn't see her.

"Who would have guessed my brother would have made a family man." The dog turned her back to the house and started to waddle out onto the street. "Tricksy why did you want me to meet you here?" Tricksy rolled her eyes "do I have to explain every thing to you Bangle where here checking up on my brother." Bangal snorted looking at the house she had came back from "you mean the pet with the little women." Tricksy rubbed her head under his chin a smile on her face "at least he can hold onto a girl and has more luck then you." Tricksy past him her head banding hard into his chin as she passed.

Bangle growled and followed after her "I can't be that bad I got you didn't I." Tricksy couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. "Only reason you got me was because I was blinded by the rain thinking you where handsome." Bangal was far from handsome he was a bull dog his hair was missing in places and he was very over weight. "Oh you know you like me Tricksy my question is when is our family going to make its self shown?" Tricksy turned on him and glared "I could care less when the little brats are born the only reason why I would care is if they can help me get back at my brother some how."

Bangel shook his fat head "why do you want to get back at him so much for anyways?" Tricksy pocked him in the stomach with a paw "you are so thick headed I have told you a million times before." Tricksy dropped her paw to the ground and glared at him before continuing. "I wasn't always a street dog I use to have a home and liked it. Tramp one day was left with my family who had agreed to watch him for his family because he was my brother our mother had died soon after our birth." Tricksy's face appeared to be looking at something far off as she retold her story. "Well Tramp didn't like it with my family and what's worse is he was jealous of me because my family never made me sleep out side like his did. So he started to cause mishaps around the house like having accidents on the carpet braking vases but he would make it look like I did it. My family called me a bad dog started praising him and they started tying me out side and letting Tramp have my bed." one day tramp broke all the milk bottles that had just been delivered I barked and Tramp ran back into the house and to his bed my family ran out and saw the broken milk bottles that was the last straw they called the pound to come get me. I maid sure to get free and get out of there before they came to get me."

Tricksy shook her head to bring it out of the thought process it had been in. "anyways that's what lead to me being here. Tramp joined the streets a year later and thought I had forgave him." Tricksy spat out a harsh laugh, "I will never forgive what he did to me."