I trot along the cement sidewalk as the sun rises above the steel buildings, casting its rays down upon me. I sigh, shake and continue on my way. Blu will be waiting for me. I told her I'd come today at dawn. And now it's already eleven! I quicken my pace, my paws lightly clacking on the solid surface.

By the time I turn into Huckleberry Street, my tongue is lolling out of my mouth and I can feel beads of sweat coating my fur. I halt quickly as I look at the closed Iron Gate.

"Blitz!" I tilt my head slightly as I hear my name. Blu. She's standing on the right side of the house. "Come." Demanding, isn't she? I smirk. I like that.

"Yes?" I ask. She raises an eyebrow before answering.

"The fence is bent here. You might be able to jump over it." I do as she suggests. And I clear it. By a good few inches. Blu smiles.

"Why are you out here?" I ask stupidly.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to talk to me again?"

"Well, yeah, but I didn't actually think you would stay out here waiting for me…"

"I'll admit. It isn't for you. Suzy got a new dog." I grimace. I scowl at the house. Every human is a traitor. All they want is a new pet to replace the old one. "A beagle." I bite my tongue before I open my mouth. I don't need to get on her bad side. "Speaking of which," Blu says, motioning to the window, "there's the little fellow." A beagle, probably two years old or so, is sitting there, watching us intently.

"Wolves and dogs aren't meant to be together," it howls.

"We aren't together," I bark quickly. A little to rushed. Rushed enough to make Blu glance at me curiously.

"Scat, Pickle!"

"Pickle? His name's Pickle?" I ask incredulously.

"Maybe you should show some respect. You don't need to be so fast and out of your way to be rude." And with that Blu turns her back to me and strides away to the backyard. But I can see a faint smile on her muzzle. I follow, a smirk plastered on my face.

"Hey, look Blu, I'm sorry. It's just you don't hear a dog named Pi—" my words die in my throat as Blu comes up to me and kisses me. My face heats up. If there's one thing that I really like about being a wolf is that we can't blush, not visibly, anyways. Well, neither can dogs, but…

"I… I love you, Blitz," she says, her eyes wandering across my body. I let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah," I mutter. But I know how I feel about her, too. And it's the same way. "I—I guess I love you, too," I admit. Blu smiles and gives me another lick, but this time on the cheek. Not the lips. Blu lets out a little giggle as I speak. I move closer to her until are bodies are touching. A sensation tickles my spine. It feels good. I smile. She leans against me, her breath landing like a gentle breeze on my neck.

I can't believe it. I'm in love with a dog.

A/N: Oh, 'puppy love'. What will the next chapter bring? –insert epic drum roll—