Thank you for all my reviewers on my story the Wolf Spirit^.^ I love you guys and I hope you'll like this story just as much. Due to Writer's Block, I won't be uploading to the Wolf Spirit until I get more ideas! So gimmed Ideas people, so the story will be up and running ^.^
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When I awoke again, I was still in that god awful cage and I growled in anger. The cage door slid open and Roscoe pranced in, apparently he was in a good mood.
"What do you want, Roscoe?" I growled and he smirked. "Well…the boss is going to breed you to us. Isn't that nice, bello." He smiled, his teeth flashing in the light. I growled and shuddered at the thought. Thanks a lot, Danny. "Over my dead body, I'll be having you're pups. Who do you take me for, a prostituée?" I snarled, and he licked his chops.
"Why don't you just accept what is going to happen?" He sighed, and DeSoto came in. "My turn with the prisoner." He said, and Roscoe nodded and made his way to the door of the cage. "Try not to bother her too much dear brother. I get first shot at her." He said, and DeSoto grumbled. The door slammed behind Roscoe with a loud clang. I gulped and turned to DeSoto-who had a big smirk on his face.
"Don't touch me." I snarled, as he scooted closer. He stopped and frowned, before plopping down on the hard ground underneath him. "I'm bored. Sykes doesn't let us outside unless we get something that he wants or might have use of." He sighed, and I perked up.
"Why don't you just become street dogs?" I asked, and he laughed humorlessly. "I wasn't made for the outside world, bello." He said, and I almost laughed. "Are you kidding me?!I wasn't made for the outside world either-but my owner abandoned me so I had to do something. If you don't like the way things work around here, then you should just walk away. I mean what can Sykes do to a dog like you. Doberman's were bred to fight." I laughed, and he nodded thoughtfully.
"I suppose you're right." He said, doubtfully.
"You suppose! Dude, you're talking to a pro at dogs." I said, and he chuckled. Then he stood, startling me. "Hurry, we don't have much time. We could leave here together with my brother." He said, and I nodded.
"But you have to bury you're collars somewhere around here." I said, and he nodded as he wiggled out of his collar. That was the moment Roscoe stepped in.
"Come on Roscoe, we're leaving. Come with us, please." DeSoto said. A few minutes passed before Roscoe threw down his collar and smiled.
"Alright, but I still get first shots." He winked, and I blushed before we all ran.
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I laughed as I rolled in the cool dirt. The two brothers watched me in confusion. "What are you doing?" They said in unison, and I almost gasped. "Rolling in the dirt? We do that when we're happy to be outside." I said, and they nodded with 'oh' looks on their faces. I laughed and shook my fur of the dust before stretching and motioning for them to follow me. We reached the dog park and continued until we got to the boat dock. I lay down in my place from last night, and they both lay on either side of me.
"Garçons de bonne nuit." I yawned, closing my eyes.
"La buonanotte, la principessa." Someone said, before I lost consciousness.
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"Rise and shine, girl." Roscoe said, nudging me. I groaned and stretched out my sore muscles. I went over to the side and lapped up the water- the coolness soothing my scratchy throat.
"Goodmorning, Roscoe. DeSoto." I yawned, nodding to each one respectfully. They nodded back before DeSoto's stomach growled loudly. I laughed as he blushed in embarrassment.
" I guess we better get breakfast then. I smell hotdogs over there, follow me." I smiled, as I led them up the dock and over to East Avenue. Sure enough, there stood a cart of hotdogs being guarded by Joe- the hot dog man.
"I'll distract Joe, you two go grab some hot dogs." I said, before I pulled on Joe's apron bottom.
"Get off me stupid mutt!" He yelled, kicking me in the nose. Red hot pain coursed through my body and I yelped. I saw Roscoe and DeSoto run with 5 trails of hotdogs. I growled and ran, narrowly missing a broom he had grabbed.
We made our way to an alleyway, where we gobbled away at the hot dogs. After we had all gotten our fill, we made our way to the dog park. I spotted a familiar Pomeranian and I called out to her.
"Princess!" I laughed, and she bounded over to me. "Comment êtes-vous ? Sont vous a blessé n'importe où ?" She said, and I laughed. "Oui, je suis fin et j'ai été très bon jamais puisque Danny a abandonné -ci sont mes amis Roscoe et DeSoto." I said, and she bowed to them. "Hello, I am Princess." She said. You could tell that she didn't know English very well. Her owner was French so it was expected that she wouldn't know much english. "Bien, approuver. je › ll vous voit autour de l'accord ?" She said, and I nodded.
"Bien, au revoir la Princesse !" I smiled, as her and her owner moved away. I turned to the two dogs at my side and they followed me to an alleyway. A familiar crow landed in the alleyway and I bowed to him in greeting. "Bonjour, m. coqueriquer." I said, and he squawked before flying away.
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It was hours later into the night that we finally made it back home to the boat dock. I climbed in between the two brothers and smiled as we watched the stars.
"The sky is much more beautiful outside then it is in the inside." DeSoto said, and I nodded with a smiled. "That's because when you see it outside you feel like you can do anything you want to do in your life. I used to do this all the time back at home in France with ma mere. She would mix spices into our spaghetti that the mistress cooked for me and my brothers. The smells would just make the night so romantic. My father did this for my mother before they had us. My father would chase all kinds of animals and never get caught. But then one day, he never came back. Minutes turned into hours. Hours into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Months into years- until finally we gave up hope. My mother waited 4 years for him to come back but he never did. Word spread that he had been shot and killed by a hunter. My mother was never the same after that." I sighed, before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
"Goodnight, boys."
"Goodnight, Princess."