Hey hey hey, Bartholomew Brantford, aka Dewey Dalmatian communicating again with all the strange voices in my head.
Again, reporting the events of my incredible life as a dwarf suitcase dog.
I bring incredible news.
¡I'm unique!
and surprising and uncharacteristic of me is admitting that this is apparently not what I was thinking.
Yay!
If not something more natural and strange at the same time.
I am one of the few recorded events in the history of doghood where my mother gave birth to a single cub.
and you will ask yourself: Who told you all this?
And I would eloquently answer you: meow!
Hahahahaha! - I'm going crazy, being locked in a suitcase in a closet just with my thoughts is really starting to take its toll on my mental stability.
Do you remember two days ago, when I received the shocking news, without any context, that I am apparently unique and special?
I'm clearly not going to forget it, since the shock of such a revelation prompted my brain to develop an acceleration in my cognitive abilities, giving me the great ability to speak.
Speak
I was not the only one to be surprised at this.
Jester 1 # and Jeste- oh! Excuse my bad manners, I mean, Dolly and Dylan, so well, they were tragic witnesses to a very colorful vocabulary on my part, well, when I- uh, I did ... 'Boom!'
(Change of point of view)
"Dewey!"
"*Censored!* *Censored!, Dewey rode the shoulders of his older brother, with a skill that would surpass the experience of dozens of veteran horse riders.
"Deeeeewwweey, let go of Dylan!" Dolly chased a Dylan who kept moving from side to side.
Dewey just ignored her, "damn you muts, you two make me believe that i was retarded! "The little cub known as Dewey held both ears of a Dylan who kept trying to shake off his younger brother.
"Aaaaah Dolly!" Dylan yelled, feeling how Dewey's little puppy claws clung to his ears more and more, "Take it off, take it off!" I beg.
"Dylan, stay still!" Dolly Tried to stop Dylan, with a natural fear of being an older sister who cares about his little brother's well-being relatively even with the body of a newborn, "Dewey, you have to calm down, mom and dad will be here soon and you need to return to they room now!"
she command, raising his tone to an intonation uncharacteristic of his usual carefree, sarcastic tone.
Dewey didn't even acknowledge Dolly's calls.
He was no longer Dewey.
It was Kratos from God of war !, riding brilliantly on the back of a dog-shaped cyclope.
"Dewey doesn't listen to ANYONE!" he proclaimed with the same audacity as a pagan god would make his announcement in the kingdom of escaping mortality, "DEWEY IS ABSOLUTE!" he announced, as his wild mount to a pose, momentarily giving him the epic appearance of Napoleon Bonaparte in his faithful white corset.
It was clear to say that both Dolly and Dylan were stranded to a new level that surpassed any previous experience that could help them in relation to previous conflicts they had had in the past with any of their 97 little brothers.
If there were still doubts regarding Dewey being a strange puppy, the current scenario only ended up destroying by far any existing possibility that said puppy was anything less than normal by his standards.
Dewey's grip loosened, causing Dylan to be released from the vicious grip his little brother's paws had on his ears.
Dewey fell into a ball, rolling nimbly until he faced his two older brothers.
Dylan, still in a dizzy state, rushed to Dolly's side, to present a united fort against his younger brother.
Dewey was silent, just narrowing his eyes in the direction of his two brothers.
Dolly just leaned her body forward, in a ready-to-jump position at any moment, as soon as the tension subsided and she will find an opening in her younger brother's seemingly impenetrable defense.
She still wouldn't say it out loud, but she was incredibly impressed with the movements Dewey showed when Dylan tried to hold him back, only to have the lithe pup wind its way through Dylan's paws until it ended up on its back.
That, unknown to Dylan and Dolly, was the parkur born of the ancient human, who more than won the legendary titles of; bulli de los bullis, bastard son of Loki, and finally ..., unwanted son.
There was more than one reason why his former human mother would lock him up in the basement and forget that she had a son.
the boy known as Bartoloméw Branford, tragically died at a young age, abandoned in a dark cellar when his parents moved, forgotten by his parents as if it were just a common piece of furniture, the boy just waited- No, the boy dreamed on the day that door that led tooutside that basement it would open again ... without regrets ... without knowing the love of a mother or father, without a true family, the child did what he always did when those people who brought him into the world forgot to feed him and closed The locked basement door, he laughed, one Laughter intended primarily for the world, for the purpose of telling him that he would always have the last laugh.
The boy almost died of laughter while waiting for his parents in that dark basement, the last joke of the laughing boy ... was just leaving a small goefly mattress at the beginning of the stairs that led to his precious freedom, with the Innocent hope that hoewer who open that one door laughed just like him, he hoped it was his mom.
He wanted to see his mom one last time, his mom's long, wavy brown hair, the beautiful sky blue eyes that he remembers very well looked at him with disgust and revulsion while he ate his waffles with extra mapple syrup, the beautiful face of Angel of his mother, he left the world with the Last wish to make his mother laugh at least once ... before losing the fight and going to sleep forever on a empty stomach.
The laughing boy died of Waffles with extra extra maple syrup in his mind, remembering how that was the last time he shared the table with his human mother.
From the now only ashes of the laughing boy, Dewey Dalmatian was reborn, the current 100th puppy from a litter of only Dalmatians.
Bartholomew Branford's story may have sadly ended in the tragedy of a boy who never learned to hate his parents, a sad story never to be told or remembered again ...
... But
Now was not the time for tears. now was the start of a new story. The story of a hyperactive human reincarnated in the body of a dog, the now story of Dewey Dalmatian !.
Dolly jumped with her eyes fixed on Dewey, rose to the ground, spreading her front paws with the intention of catching her little brother.
Dewey rushed towards his sister still elevated above the ground, and with a drag combined with a turn he gave a little jump when his sister passed over him at the end, suddenly he noticed that Dylan was coming forward to catch him, but noting his ability to improvise, he just use Dylan's snout like a springboard to propel his small body onto.
When Dewey landed he grimaced, not quite used to his new growing dog anatomy yet.
.Shaking the discomfort at the back of his head, he momentarily turned with a smug face towards his two older brothers, who were looking at him with varying degrees of strangeness, awe, and oddly enough pride coming from just one of them.
"Whoa," Dolly was with her open jaws locked in a toothy smile, she was impressed, amazed even by the movements that her little brother had just made at such a young age, practically still newborn.
"Ouch," Dylan just stroked his own muzzle, centering the stroke where Dewey's paws had made contact.
Dewey gave a quick salute, and turned towards the hallway, patting himself multiple times on the back for having successfully accomplished all those makeshift movements.
Dylan winced in alarm at the direction Dewey was headed, "Dewey, no!" I call.
"DEWEY YES!" Dewey was finally having fun!
Spending 8 months in a suitcase interacting and playing only with his parents for a few hours, together with sporadic random encounters of different siblings, made him very anxious to go explore what would now be his new home.
Meanwhile, contrary to the joy Dewey was experiencing right now, Dylan was extremely concerned that his little brother might get hurt, he still had two weeks to go before he was ready to go downstairs with all the other pupps!
He and Dolly would be in big trouble if their mom ever found out they let him out early, against their instructions.
Dolly on the other paw, in addition to the logical euphoric emotion born from her knowing that she had a brother who seemed to have a good physical ability, she was a bit disappointed, not with Dewey of course, he was only a puppy after all, but from her parents, after remembering the very colorful and in bad taste vocabulary that Dewey showed them when they reassured him, by making him think that there was something wrong with him.
Now about colorful vocabulary of Dewey.
Somewhere he had to listen to those words, and since neither she nor Dylan had ever used those swear words, it was logical to think that ... maybe ... her parents had fought in front of Dewey?
She dismissed that thought as quickly as it appeared, remembering the funny crying mess her dad was when his stepmother told him he would have another cub.
Both parents were, and continue to be, a very happy couple, ever since they found out that Dewey would be on their way.
but the question is still in the air.
Where did Dewey learn those bad words?
Shaking his head, he banished those thoughts for a later moment, deciding that it was a better option to take action on the current problem.
She chose to run after Dylan, who kept babbling like a possessed dog about how soon Mom would come home, and how they would be so grounded if she found out that they neglected Dewey.
Typical Dylan in summary.
(To be continue)
