"What is love if not...a feeling? No, no, that is much too simple to describe such a word. Love is a feeling, love is a god, love is illogical, pah! Lies! All of it! What cannot be described in logical terms cannot be oversimplified into a single term. I feel a love toward my mother, I love my bethrothed with a burning passion, the love I feel for my companions in undeniable. And yet none of these things could ever possibly be used to describe the love that two dogs I knew had for each other. One, a hardened street mongrel weakened into love by his Achilles heel. The other, a pampered house dog, weakened by young naivety into love. Maybe this, these two dogs, maybe they are love reincarnated."

- From The many sayings of Boris the Philosopher: Love is love, love is life.

"How's your leg?"

Lady looked down at Tramp with great concern in her eyes. Mostly, her gaze was focused on the slow stream of blood oozing from one of his front legs.

"It's alright Pidge'," he responded in his usual calm and collected attitude. "Takes more than a rat to take me down, you know."

After his saving of Junior and his near death ordeal in the chaos of it all, Tramp had promptly been hauled off by Jim Dear and Darling with little consideration for the dog catcher's fallen carriage and his protests.

Now he was here...in the home of Lady, Jim Dear and Darling. A fleeting hope existed in Lady's heart, one that made her feel as though there was a chance for the two of them to be together after all. But there was something important that needed to be discussed first.

"Well," she took a deep breath before starting, "I hope you get better quickly and I don't mean to cause you any further distress, but I feel as if we should speak about-"

"Trixie?"

"Yes her and also Lulu and-"

"Rosita Chiquita Juanita Chihuahua."

Lady sighed.

Well, at least he was self aware.

"Listen Pidgeon, I know those mongrels and those mutts probably said all sorts of things about me. And a lot of it is true, it really is, but those girls were all cannon fodder, just little obstacles I had to check off my bucket list. You, you mean more than they ever did, more than they ever could. And I don't plan on forgetting about you the way I did them."

The whole time he had spoke, Lady had been watching him closely intent on not being fooled yet again. She watched for any possible sign that he was being dishonest or insincere.

When no sign came, she finally spoke.

"I really appreciate what you did in saving Junior from that vile rat, but when I was in the pound and those dogs told me all about you! I felt like I was being scandalized, felt like I was falling victim to this "Tramp" fellow they kept going on about."

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"Betrayal happened to me a long time ago. A deep, cutting betrayal that left me hurt and unable to feel as others could feel. It was this betrayal that made me feel as though love were dead, as if the cruelty of the world had finally won over and killed what little hope remained. I spent a long time in self-loathing, seeking anything to replicate that love I once felt. It never came. Materialism, family, companionship. Nothing could ever bring love back into this world. Then I saw the both of them. The same gentle little thing that had wondered into the pound by fate and the same hardened street dog that had wondered into her life by fate. There they were together, two undeniably star-crossed lovers. And that was when I knew, love had found a way back to life."

- From The many sayings of Boris the Philosopher: Love strikes back.

To anyone reading this incomplete rambling, thank you so much. I'm not sure when but somewhere along the line I lost all desire to write this, but did have another idea while reading Lady and The Tramp: Romance Dawn (which you should totally read by the way). If it ever does turn into something that I write, I will definitely publish. Thank you!