Author's Note: This story takes place before the first chapter of the series.

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Where is Dewey? Did he managed to escape on his own from Mom and Dad's room? ...

No, that is simply impossible. Dewey is still too young to open the door to our parents' room by himself.

Which means, someone must have helped him out.

But who would do it? To do so would mean disobeying the direct orders of mom and dad, and I know very well that none of the puppies from my mom is willing to do something like that.

Meaning ...

"Dolly" I exclaimed, catching the attention of my stepsister who was on the other side of mom's room. Finding out if maybe Dewey wasn't just taking a nap, hiding among our parents' things.

"What's up bro?", She asked, "did you find something?"

I nodded, "Yes Dolly, I think some puppy helped Dewey out of Mom and Doug's room", I explained my theory, "but, who could do something like that? It won't be long until Mom and Dad come home" I decided not to mention anything about what I think was one of the puppies on his side of thefamily.

Dolly, and her 49 siblings, and Doug come from a Dalmatian farm in the United States.

And every British dog knows more than well how the Yankees usually feel when they feel that you are suspicious of their own.

Dylan was not willing to cross that road more than mined.

"Maybe the Dimitris know something," Dolly speculated, drawing my attention, "I mean, think about it for a second, we had to stop watching Mom and Dad's room for just a few seconds because Dee dee said something about one of the Dimitris had gotten into a fight with the vacuum cleaner ... "

I nodded understandingly, soon Dolly and I ran into the triplets, who were playing with the same rubber chicken that ... well, it unintentionally brought up a few memories about Dewey specifically.

... I'll never be able to play with that rubber chicken again.

Suppressing a shudder, I rushed in with Dolly to question the triplets.

"Dimitri one, Dimitri two, Dimitri three"

The triplets stopped playing with the rubber chicken at the same time, and raised a curious eyebrow in my and Dolly's direction.

dolly quickly took the initiative as she took a step in the direction of the Dimitris and exclaimed.

"Alright you three, we know what you did," she said narrowing her eyes, making herself as big and dominant as she could in front of the troublesome triplets.

The Dimitris quickly gulped, exchanging nervous glances with each other.

"You ... you know?", Dimitri 2 asked extremely nervous, standing between Dimitri 1 and Dimitri 3.

"Yes, and if the three of you don't want to be in serious trouble with mom and dad, you three will tell us everything you know, now, "I threatened, trying to sound as threatening as possible.

This was Dewey we're talking about right now, the same puppy who already swears, and barks in Japanese.

The Dimitris quickly freaked out at my threat.

"Please don't!" Exclaimed Dimitri One, as scared as any living creature that he has to face the wrath of his progenitor.

"It was not our intention!" Dimitri three exclaimed, quickly joining Dimitri one.

"Yes, he's right, it was all Dimitri 2's fault, it was just his idea of using the things from mom", Dimitri one quickly exclaimed, looking in the direction of me and Dolly, while pointing a claw at Dimitri 2.

"Yeah, it was all my fau- wait, what !?", Dimitri two asked, looking very annoyed at resignation with one and three, who were now pointing a pair of accusing claws in his direction.

Dimitri Three was quick to back up Dimitri One's accusation, "He convinced us, He wanted us to play with her stuff!"

"Hey, that's not tr-"

"We tried to stop him!", Dimitri one was quick to interrupt whatever Dimitri two was about to say, "But he was very persuasive."

"Wait!" I stopped them, "we're not talking about Mom's stuff"

"" "you don't?" ""

""No""

The Dimitris quickly exchanged glances again, still concerned but just as mildly puzzled now.

Before Dolly or I could ask about Dewey's whereabouts, the troublesome triplets huddled together and shared whispers.

Dolly and I share a look. What had the Dimitris done this time?

Dimitri 1 was the first to break away from the group of whispers.

"Is it ... about what we did in Clarissa's garden?", Dimitri 1 asked.

"Hehe, no," Dolly replied.

Dimitri 2 was second, breaking away from Dimitri 3 and still standing next to Dimitri 1.

"Is it ... about what we did in Constantine's garden?", Dimitri 2 asked.

"No, and what did I tell you about messing with cats?", sneezing and mucus for me.

Dimitri 3 joined Dimitri 1 and 2.

"It is ... About what we did, in uh ... our own backyard? ", Dimitri 3 asked.

They did what!?

"Dog, we already talked about this more than a hundred times with you 3, that's what the park is for!"

"Or Clarissa's garden, that works as well"

"No Dolly, just. The. Park, if Clarissa's pet discovers them, we'll all be in trouble, we no longer have Dodie to take care of pest control, or get us out of the kennel."

I miss our very eccentric pet, Dolly never got to meet her, along with a few other puppies from her part of the family. But she was very kind and loving to us.

"" "we Sorry" "", the Dimitriss intoned at the same time, feeling guilty, ears drooping and staring at the ground under their paws.

I sighed feeling bad, I didn't like being the bad guy to my own younger siblings, but someone had to tell it like it was when Mom and Dad weren't home.

"And we know" Dolly said as she approached and tried to cheer up the Dimitris, "but that's not what we were here for, so what if we just pretend we don't hear anything, eh, that's okay?"

What!?

"""Really?"""

"Dolly, we can't just ignore this, this is serious, if they get caught--" Before I could finish bleeding my honest concerns, a paw closed my snout, and dragged me away from the Dimitris.

"Look Dylan, I know this is serious," Dolly whispered, pulling her paw away from my muzzle, low enough that the triplets couldn't hear her, "but now is not the time to stop and argue about it, bro, remember that we still don't have the slightest idea where Dewey is "

After thinking about it for a few moments, I ended up agreeing with Dolly. What the Dimitris had done was very wrong, and it was very dangerous. But at the moment my concerns for Dewey's well-being are even greater, demanding that I focus on just that.

Call it big bro instinct or whatever, but something about Dewey just screamed at me that he needed understanding rather than fear for whatever he might or might not do.

"Fine," I nodded in Dolly's direction, but before we could leave, I said, "but we still have to take responsibility for what the Dimitris did, if we're not going to tell Mom about this, deal?"

" whatever", Dolly sighed annoyed rolling her eyes, "I'll go and apologize to Clarissa later, if that makes you feel better, you can dress up as a foolstronaut and take care of Constantine, I don't get along with cats"

"Thats for later" I clarified, "now let's go back to the Dimitris, and ask them where they hid Dewey"

Nodding, Dolly and I went back to face the Dimitris ... who seemed even more nervous.

"Okay, you three, Dolly and I agreed not to tell Mom about this," I exclaimed.quickly Dolly and I were able to observe not at all surprised as the three tails of the Dimitris began to shake, while they began to look happier at the prospect of not being accused with mom.

"But, you three have to tell us where did you hid Dewey", Dolly exclaimed calling the attention of the triplets, taking the lead, "Look guys, I know Dewey may seem funny, and believe me, I would totally help you hide it if that didn't get me into direct problems with mom and dad-- "

"Of course you will do that", I rolled my eyes, no surprised, of course someone like Dolly would help Dewey stay hidden.

I have the not-too-far-fetched theory that Dolly just enjoys watching me double-work keeping our home.

"--But, it's getting a little late, and Dewey really needs to get back to Mom and Dad's room before they get home, you understand?"

the Dimitris were totally silent, their tails had stopped twitching and they were sharing strange sights with each other.

"... We don't know," exclaimed Dimitri 2.

"We've been playing with the rubber chicken all this time," exclaimed Dimitri 1, pointing a claw at the rubber chicken.

"Uh ... isn't he behind you?" Dimitri 3 exclaimed, tilting his head and squinting behind Dolly and me.

"¡Baba!"

¡Chomp! *

"Aaaahhh!" I yelled, being surprised by suddenly feeling like my tail was bitten.

I leaned back, and sure enough, I could glimpse how De-

No, it wasn't Dewey.

Kibbles.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry"

Delgado, the current one in charge for the day of caring and watching over Dorothy's well-being, quickly rushed to grab Dorothy off my poor bitten tail.

Ouch.

"Hehe, I lost sight of her just for a moment while having lunch," Delgado apologized, as he took Dorothy's small form on his back, and left, "come on Dorothy, let's go play with the others"

"Baba! Brrp!" Dorothy applauded happily raising her paws, while Delgado began to accelerate his pace.

I love Dorothy with all my heart, but we really should do something about her tail-biting.

then I turned and narrowed my eyes in the direction of Dolly and the Dimitris, who as expected, covered their snouts with their nimble paws, holding back their need to laugh at me.

Sure, everything is laughter until it is your tail that is bitten by your little sister.

"Hrrk, y-are you okay bro?" Dolly asked with a mocking smile.

Ignoring Dolly's question, I turned back to the Dimitrises, who lost all hint of amusement as soon as I narrowed my eyes in their direction.

"Are you sure you don't know where Dewey is?"

"Nope", Dimitri 1 shook his head.

"No idea brother", Dimitri 3 shook like Dimitri 1 with his head.

"Uh, are you sure the vacuum didn't take it?", Dimitri 2 asked, causing us all to roll our eyes in his direction.

Ever since I got my new vacuum cleaner, Dimitri 2 has been one of the few puppies that has not stopped complaining whenever possible about the annoying noise caused by it.

Maybe I wouldn't use it so much, if they learned to shake their paws before entering our home. Seriously, if I stop using the vacuum for just one day, this place will quickly be buried by all the dust the puppies carry with them whenever we return from the park.

"Okay, get back to what you were doing," I simply replied, and intentionally ignoring Dimitri 2 question, I turned with a sigh to resume the search for my little brother Dewey.

Dolly quickly kept up with me, looking strange.

"Bro, don't you think you accepted a little too quickly that the Dimitris had nothing to do with this? They could be lying,"

"Dolly, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, and Dimitri 3 can be many things ...", I quickly dismissed Dolly's concerns, shaking my head, "... but good liars is not one of them, if they tell me they have no idea where Dewey is. , so they are as lost as we are "

Every time my worries were less for the arrival of my mother, and more for the honest well-being of my little brother.

... Where are you Dewey? You are my responsibility. If I failed now ..., I will not only be failing mom and dad's trust, but myself as well.

As an older brother, it is my responsibility to take special care of the smallest of my sliblings.

Suddenly I felt like my train of thought was interrupted when Dolly stopped me with a firm paw on my shoulder.

I turned to see her, annoyed and more than sure that she would only dismiss my concerns with her typical carefree personality and ...

... She seemed worried ... about me?

Who are you and what did you do with Dolly Dalmatian?

"Come on bro--"

Before Dolly could say anything, three identical puppy-shaped divas screamed in terror in a state of apparent utter panic.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

"The horror!"

"I like mine! I'm just yelling because you two do! Aaaahhh!"

quickly Dolly, like me, winced at the deafening sound and dislodged her paw from my shoulder, directing her full attention, like me, to the triplets who seemed a little more eccentric than usual.

Quickly, Dolly and I shared a glance before hurrying worried, and somewhat deaf, in the direction of Destiny, Dallas, and Deja Vu.

When we turned a hall and got to the triple D's, before any of us could say something to make them stop screaming.

they rushed to us.

The first was Destiny who hurried in Dolly's direction.

"Dylan, Dolly, do something please!"

Next was Dallas who rushed like Destiny in my direction.

"Something horrible is happening in our own basement!"

And last but not least, it was Deja vu who rushed in the direction of both Dolly and me while just continuing ... screaming.

"Aaahhhh- 'cough' 'cough', can we stop yelling now !? My throat is starting to hurt a lot!"

With a bit of difficulty, Dolly and I managed to lift our paws into the air and exclaim firmly and authoritatively:

"" ¡Paw means Pause! ""

The screaming stopped instantly.

Advantages of being a boss dog.

"Dog, which is what has them so alarmed, is that perhaps Disel took his things again, or did something," Dolly exclaimed annoyed, taking distance from the triplets, while at the same time shaking off the momentary deafness caused by the constant shrieks of the triple D.

"It's Da Vinci!"

"And Dewey!"

"" "¡They're painting us!" ""


(Change of point of view)

Everyone thinks they are critics, God, was it really necessary for them to shout?

My older sister Da Vinci and I just promise to bleed our stained hearts in order to make the best commission possible for Shakira puppy, Madonna puppy, and ... Deja Vu.

I mean, it's not that I care about they opinion, but just ... What did I do wrong?

Those two banshees ..., and Deja Vu, just came in here like they owned the whole place asking my older sister Da Vinci for a portrait.

Then she very happy and excited asked me if I would like to help her, and I foolishly nodded.

I was supposed to just simply help her with a colorful background at first, where she would later paint the portrait of the three puppies that posed in front of us.

But ... While wetting my paws I felt a bit adventurous, and I just finish the portrait all by myself of the three puppies.

I portrayed them as three Dalmatian puppies would look in my world ..., without humongous heads, smaller eyes, more realistic features ... And God, I even put an extra effort in just to leave them more than impressed when I portrayed them in detail.

"Humm"

And again, I found myself reviewing with both ears drooping the portrait of three Dalmatian puppies in a basket that I had painted in just a few minutes.

It looked good, I mean, it had some minor flaws here and there, but seriously it was so ugly in the eyes of those three as to cause them to scream in terror.

This is the first time my art has done something like this.

¡It's not fair!

First, I made my older sister Da Vinci cry.

And let me tell you something, mate ... that Hurt.

And now I also scare puppies enough that they run away in a panic?

Shesh, my art was supposed to be the only thing that felt like something good about me, and that it was totally harmless.

Am I really all evil?, I wonder myself while looking in the direction of the portrait of my human mommy.

"Don't worry Dewey," Da Vinci exclaimed softly as she approached me, frowning in the direction of where the three puppies had left, "Destiny, Dallas and Deja Vu, they just don't understand your art like I do"

Wait ... my older sister Da Vinci ... did she like my art?

I watched as my older sister Da Vinci took the thick paper canvas where I had painted three puppies in a basket and ... She looked very impressed?

Did she liked it?

Because you can totally understand something, but that is not the same as liking. For example, you can try, and fail, to understand Hitler or Kanye West all you want, but that doesn't mean you have to like the things they used to do or say on Tv.

"Is this how you and Dorothy see us all, Dewey?", she wonder, as she lost herself seeing in detail the painting of three Dalmatian puppies in a basket, "this is ... so beautiful and ... Unreal"

And she start crying again.

Bollocks, I guess that priest I drew when I was a Human in the back of a church eating a huge sandwich with extra mayo was right ...

I am all Evil.

¡Oh well!, one more thing to be proud ... I guess.

What should I paint next.

Hmm, I'm thinking of my little dog self as Palpatine, while I eat a huge sandwich ... with extra mayo.

"" ¡Dewey! ""

'Whoooaaaaa'

Suddenly I was surprised to feel like a pair of agile paws lifted me off the ground.

Then they would lock me in a hug.

""¡We found you!""

I am so confused.

What's going on!? Who or what is it that found me and is currently trying and failing to squeeze my reincarnated soul with a warm and soft hug !?

"I was so worried, please don't disappear like that again"

Wait ... I know that voice! It is from ...

"Dylan, we only lost sight of Dewey for about ten minutes, no need to cry bro"

... Doooolaaan ~, we meet again, my glorious first sock-headed enemy.

Oh, and there was also Dolly a little behind him.

'Sup Dolly', I shook my right paw in his direction, while Dolan kept muttering a lot of incomprehensible gibberish that I barely struggled to understand when I began to feel how Dolan's tears fall on the back of my dirty fur.

I really need a shower.

(Continue)