The Loud House:

A Puppy's Loving Family

A Fanfiction Story by Yaakov Lubin

Disclaimer: I am not the writer for The Loud House. All rights belong to Chris Savino and Nickelodeon.

Chapter 1

Charles Loud, the little Pitbull Terrier has a morning routine that he likes to follow to a key. First, he wakes up in his doghouse and does a variant amount of stretching poses as he lets out a huge yawn. He then scurries inside the Loud House via the doggie door to wake up his favorite family in the entire world. How may you ask? With delivering doggie kisses to the face of course. No one is safe…not even the siblings who try to guard their faces with their blankets…or try to keep her coffin close in Lucy's case.

Charles (Squeezing his way through): "Bark! Bark!" (Starts to lick Lucy's face): "Kiss! Kiss!"

And they all enjoy it…

Lucy: "Sigh…" (With a small smile): "Good morning to you too Sir Charles." (Sits up and starts to pet the dog): "Who's a good boy?"

Charles (With a smile): "Bark!"

Translation…Me! After everyone is up, dressed, and about, Charles waits by his food dish in the kitchen for breakfast, which the Loud siblings take turns doing each morning. Today it's Luan's turn.

Luan (Walks in): "What will it be today, Charles? Dry? Or wet?"

Charles's Stomach: "Growl…"

Luan (Takes out a can from a cabinet): "Wet dog food it is."

But she starts to juggle the can instead of grabbing a can opener to open it.

Luan: "I wonder how long I can do this for?"

But Charles is too hungry to wait…

Charles: "BARK!"

Luan (Catches the can): "Five seconds it is then."

After a hearty meal, Charles ends this routine by curling up next to Cliff the Cat for a morning nap.

Cliff and Charles (Sleeping peacefully): "Zzz…"

And of course, a day wouldn't be a day, if Charles didn't go on adventures with his fellow pets. Whether it's sneaking snacks from the kitchen or chasing a mouse out of the house, Charles wouldn't dream of doing it without his comrades, Cliff, Geo the Hamster, and Walt the Yellow Canary. But occasionally like everyone else, a dog needs his space, time outside…and chewing away on a ball, no matter the shape or size. Like this soccer ball that just rolled to his.

Charles (Digging his teeth into the ball): "Rrrr…"

But that's when he went for a flight…as a cleated foot collide with both him and the ball…

Lynn: "Charles!?"

End of Chapter 1