The apocalypse has just arrived at the home of 101 on dalmatian street.

Chaos, destruction, and PUPPIES.

The very trinity of destruction was present in every visible corner within said home inhabited primarily by spotted furred canis lupus familiaris creatures!

¡There was everything!

The kibble dispenser had become aware of its own, like Skynet from terminator, and now it took up arms against those whom it faithfully swore to serve at the time of its creation.

the bowl dispenser, his brother, The Matrix, quickly joined his violent crusade against the little four-legged carbon-based creatures.

both machines continued firing their contents without any care or concern for the well-being of the small, weak and defenseless spotted quadruped creatures that fled in terror from left to right.

It was total chaos ...

¡But there was still hope!

a puppy in a not at all improvised blue mask and a cool yellow bulletproof cape waving behind him rose up bravely against the Machiavellian tyranny of machines.

¡This was Captain Dewey!

fast, faster than a bullet, a very agile, very hungry and very dwarf puppy nimbly made his way through his many brothers and sisters, nimbly dodging from left to right multiple projectiles that were thrown chaotically everywhere and plunged like a bullet from cannon in therear interior of the kibble dispenser.

And then our hairy, brave and handsome hero proceeded to-

*yum *

¡OH MY GOD!

yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum *

¿¡WHY IN THE NINE RINGS OF HELL I DO THAT !?

yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum *

¡It was a bad idea!

yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum *

¡It was a terrible idea!

yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * * yum * yum *

¿¡Why can't I stop eating !?

"Where is Dewey !?"

He is behind the kibble dispenser! Please! ¡someone! Chuck Norris, Goku, Adam West, Bruce Lee, Milla Jovovich, ¡get me out of here! My gluttony as an Infant has taken over my mortal body.

"I think I saw him come in from behind the kibble dispenser!"

¡If they don't get me out of here soon I will lose my waist!

¡¡¡HURRY!!!

"Quick Dj, get him out of there before he hurts himself"

"¡okay!"

The next thing I knew, one of my brothers was grabbing me by the collar and pulling my very strange, round shape out of the croquettes container with some difficulty.

* ¡BURRRPP! *

I gave a loud burp as soon as I was on the ground.

"Hrk-pff", Then I quickly glared at the puppy that had red headphones when I saw him as he seemed to be trying to contain his urge to laugh at my ultimate ball form by covering his snout with one of his paws.

¡You were too late! ¡Look at me! My career as a future model to appear in front of the pedigree croquettes has gone down the drain faster than it took John Lennon to ruin the public image of the Beatles, believing that a band of four muscleless boys with cuts of bowl was more popular than that of the amazing and tanned crucified guy half-naked with a toned body full of muscles.

¿¡This is my punishment for trying to play hero, Johnnny Depp !?

¡Quick Da Vinci! Take me somewhere else where my shame and underage metabolism can do their job in peace without so much laughter.

"Baba!" To the Dog Cave!

"Hehe, Dewey, if you were so hungry you should have let me know before we got to play,", Vinci told me, looking somewhat amused by my current round appearance as she proceeded to grab me by the collar and lead me out of the dining room.

I paid no attention to her, as I puffed out my cheeks, crossed my paws and look away.

Maybe I should have joined Dorothy for lunch this morning before the human arrived, after all, our lunch hours are the same time.

But she was the one who made me lose my appetite when she didn't want to play ball with me.

So it is all her fault that now im finished with the same round complexion as the detached silicone buby of one of the Kardashan.

yet another victory for my rival, even if I managed to beat her in our first meeting of wills, she ended up winning the war.

Well played Dorothy ... well played, I narrowed my eyes to Dorothy who was playing with the rubber chicken.

she looked back at me and Da Vinci as she stopped playing with the rubber chicken and greeted me with a wave of her paw and a smile.

"Hmmp," I huffed and looked away from her direction.

I have yet to discover a way to stop my gluttony. I really thought I was over it when I mistook Daddy dog for Mommy dog and I, Well, I - ¡NOTHING!

¡NOTHING HAPPENED!

RETURNING TO DELETE THAT TRAUMATIC MEMORY IN 3 ... 2 ... 1.


¡Plop!

... Huh?, I blink.

When ... When I get to the basement?, I asked myself mentally as I turned my neck in wonder from left to right.

The first thing I noticed about myself is that I had a wonderful yellow cape behind me.

I like capes, but ..Why do I have one right now?, I asked myself again in my mind as I looked behind me at the yellow and small piece of fabric attached to my collar.

When I tried to fix it a bit so that it was better aligned behind me, I could see how my right front paw was stained with paint almost entirely of a sky blue color.

¿Why are my paws wet?, I took the strange paw in front of my snout to sniff it curiously and make sure it was just paint and not the blood of some Smurf.

Well, it doesn't smell like smurf blood ... But you never know with those nasty things, maybe i need to ta-.

"Is something wrong Dewey?"

My ears perked up and I was a bit surprised to suddenly hear my older sister Da Vinci's voice behind me.

"Huh ...?", I instantly turned puzzled behind my back only to see how my older sister seemed to be looking at me ... Excited?

"Why are you stopping, ¡you're almost done Dewey!", She exclaimed as her tail jerked behind her.

I just raised an eyebrow and tilted my head as I looked at her puzzled.

"Ba ...?", ¿Finish what ?, I asked surprised, while I followed with my eyes what my older sister seemed to be seeing very excited.

Then ..., a lost moon in a starry space full of black and white butterflies looked back at me.

Sitting comfortably while enjoying the spectacle of black and white butterflies on the gigantic lost Moon was the equally gigantic and lost humanoid figure of 8-year-old Bartholomew Brandford.

The Lost Moon Of The Lost Butterflies.

I ... I remember this painting.

Never, no matter what, I could forget how I felt the first time I painted this picture on the back of a Dennis.

My first summer vacation ... away from home ... And away from mom and dad.

the night I painted it, the cold and numbing confusion I felt while the only company I had was the bright full moon over my head and the hundreds of butterflies that I saw and foolishly tried to reach as I escaped in great fear from a group of mysterious people dressed upin black robes on my way home.

It was a very long and confusing journey that I had to make to return with Mom and Dad on that summer vacation.

And as always ... the black and white butterflies ended up guiding me back to Mom and Dad on nights with a full moon ... no matter how far away they both might be.

I begin to remember how it is that whenever I was hungry, on those very cold and lonely nights, those strange black and white butterflies would get straight into my mouth for me to eat and my belly stop hurting and making noises.

They were delicious ..., each one had a different flavor.

but the picture in front of me was incomplete.

I didn't like that

Quickly I got ready to finish it, while I focused my whole being to give the final details to what was my first painting in my previous life.

"... Wow," I heard Da Vinci exclaim from behind me.

I didn't pay attention to it, now my mind was only focused on adding the last details to my painting.

I just turned to see her for a moment with narrowed eyes and better memorize her current appearance before quickly returning my full attention back to the painting in front of me.

both of my little paws moved in perfect sync as they did their best to adapt and translate my ancient human muscle memory to the time when I focused and began to paint whatever was on my mind.

my shoulders were starting to ache, but I ignored the pain as I continued to carefully use the tips of my claws to add the finest details to the painting in front of me.

It was extremely difficult, my claws and pads were not made to be used as brushes or pencils.

I had to improvise and come up with new and more techniques as I fought against not making any mistakes.

I couldn't make mistakes. I couldn't afford it. the painting in front of me had to be nothing but perfect.

I was painting with my heart ... and he could not allow me to fail regardless of the inhibitions that my body could present at the moment of hindering our teamwork.

the world ceased to matter as I continue bleeding my blurred, confused and painful memories of when I was human in the painting before me.

Tears began to be expelled from my eyes the closer I was to finishing my painting.

At the end ... I finished it and the world around me again had more than one color.

Da Vinci was silent.

I, too, was silent as I pulled away with a bit of difficulty from my finished painting and looked closely at the side of it.

The Lost Moon Had At Last Found Bartholomew's Home ... It was a long ..., long journey.

"... Who are you, Dewey?"

"... Ba"

I'm dewey ... until I am someone else.

(To be continue)


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