Rocky and Zuma
Rocky and Zuma were busy picking bay berries for this year's harvest, as they talked about missions where only one of them had been chosen. Of course, Rocky had more stories to tell as he tended to go on more missions. Then, out of the blue, Rocky asked, "Do you or Marshall ever feel weird that you two are the only pups to be directly adopted from a pet store. I know Chase was the first pup, but he didn't exactly come straight from a pet shop."
"I nevew weally thought about it, but I guess you'we wight. After all, I seem to wecall you were a founding, not unlike Wubble." he recalled. "Have you?" Asked the lab.
Rocky nodded. "At times, it feels so, weird to be so… Different.
"Like" asked Zuma.
Rocky sighed and began, "I am the only one who has a diagnosis,"
"No you'we not," interrupted Zuma, "Marshall does too," he reminded.""That's different." He interjected. Anywaaay," he continued. "I am also, the only mixed breed,"
"What about Skye," interjected the lab.
"That's also different," explained the mutt.
"I'm also am only one who wasn't trained to do a specific job.
"Wocky, the fact youw job was custom designed around your talents, means you had mowe of choice in what you would become than the west of us" explained Zuma. "Wocky, if it makes you feel bettew, I wish I was as smawt as you," he revealed. And I'm actually a little jealous of how often you get chosen for missions," confessed, the lab.
Rocky was quiet, unsure of how to respond.
"Also, wember how Wyder said your deep intewest is what makes you good at your Job?"
"Yes began, Rocky," as he moved to the next bush to continue picking. However, as he was doing this, he tripped and fell to the ground, accidentally, exposing himself.
"Um, Rocky, youw…" began Zuma
"My penis?" finished Rocky,
The embarrassed lab nodded.
"So? It's not like you don't you don't have one too," stated Rocky as he got back up.
His friend gave an uncomfortable nod in agreement.
"Look" let's just drop this and get back to what we were doing, okay," proposed the mutt, earning him a nod from Zuma. "Actually Wocky, can we pwetend that didn't happen?" asked the crimson cheeked lab. The little Grey mutt, who still didn't get why Zuma was making a big deal of it, nodded, and the two resumed picking berries.
do you remember the sea turtle rescue?" asked Rocky out of the Blue.
"I don't think anyone doesn't wemembew that one," stated Zuma with an "obviously" tone,
"Do you remember dry land surfing with me?"
Zuma nodded.
"I really appreciate that you adapted an activity you love so we could enjoy it together, you're a real friend Zuma.
"No pwoblem," he responded. "Actually, why do you hate watew so much?' he asked.
"Because it's wet," answered Rocky
"Why does that bothew you?"
"Because (Attention readers. Spin Master will not allow this question to be answered. We are sorry for the inconvenience)"
"Speaking of things we don't like, why do you like peanut buttew so much?"
Rocky Just shrugged, "don't Know," began Rocky. "I guess I just do," finished the mutt.
"Even with all the pills Wyder puts in it."
"Zuma!" Rocky interjected. I know you hate peanut butter because you associate it with an unpleasant time in your life, but I am not you!"
"Awe you saying it wasn't painful?"
"Don't be silly," responded Rocky. "If it burned every time I peed, I'd have found it really unpleasant too, but I didn't have that experience."
Zuma was silent for the next few minutes.
"Sorry Zoom", apologize Rocky.
The lab nodded.
"Cheer up, how about, Rocky rattled his memory for one Zuma would find amusing.
"That one at breakfast," interrupted Zuma.
Rocky blushed at the memory.
"The look on you'we face when you realized was weally funny'" laughed Zuma. I would've been super embarrassed that wewe me," hypothesized Zuma.
Rocky's cheeks flushed.
"I also recall all the pups, except Skye, told me stories about their awkward moments with them, and I recalled yours was particularly embarrassing too. In fact, I loosely remember your that day.
"Please don't tell the audience that stowy," begged Zuma
"Can we drop the subject? asked Rocky
"Yes! Yes! Anything," pleaded Zuma desperately.
Rocky smiled, proud that his ploy had worked.
Then the two noticed their baskets were full and went to Jake to deliver the berries. Afterword the two returned to their conversation like the Platonic Friends they were.
The End
Notes:
Rocky's wording: It is specified in three earlier stories that that is the word he would use.