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PAW Patrol: To Kill a Mixed Breed

Pawville was a sleepy little town. At least it was when I was sheriff there. Dogs came, and dogs went, with no place in particular that they needed to be. I had two pups at the time. My wife had died shortly after having them, so the only mother-like figure in the house was our house maid, Emma, a chocolate lab/shepherd mix.

My job was simple, most of the time. Most often my job was breaking up fights between purebreds and mixed breeds. Back in the day Mix breeds had just been freed from slavery by the 13th Amendment to the Constitution. But just because they were free, doesn't mean that people liked them. in fact they were more hated then they were when they were slaves. I firmly believed that mixes were as equal as pure breeds.

"Out of my way ya, filthy mutt," yelled Bandit, the town bully and drunkard.

"I'm not even close to you. You've got plenty of room," Reverend Rocky, leader of the mixed breed church, said back.

"You don't belong in this town. Get lost mud blood."

"Hey now, what's going on over here," I said, rushing over to the scene.

"Nun of your business Chase," Bandit slurred.

"Oh I think it is my business Bandit. You know as well as anyone that the 13th Amendment to the constitution gave mix breeds their freedom, so he is as free to walk our streets as you are," I said.

"Well played Sheriff, but in my opinion, the president made a mistake with that amendment. The cotton field is where all filthy mixed breeds belong," Bandit growled.

"Watch your tongue Bandit," I hissed.

Bandit slunk away, muttering curses under his foul breath. I helped Rocky up out of the dust.

"You alright Reverend?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Thanks," Rocky replied.

"Don't mind Bandit. He's all bark and no bit."

"Okay. Good day sheriff," Rocky said.

I always hated it when mixed breeds were treated like that. So what if they were two different breeds their still a dog, with a heart, a mind, and a soul. But that was my life. Not much to my job. I usually just sat in my office, working on cold cases. The only other dogs in the police station were my deputy, Marshal, and my assistant Skye.

Marshal was a young Dalmatian who was just as kind and soft as I was. He also believed that mixes deserved to be treated with equality. Skye was a young Cockapoo mix, with a heart of gold. I didn't hire her because I needed her, I could have easily got along without her. No I hired her because she looked so…. Helpless. Out there on the street, alone in the cold, looking for a job, no one would hire her, because she was a mixed breed. And she was quite small, so it's not like she could have done a lot of physical work. But despite all that, she was still as sweet as honeycomb.

"Here are those case files you asked for sir," Skye said, laying the files down on my desk.

"Thanks Skye. Could you put some more coal on the fire. It's a cold morning today," I said with a smile.

"Sure thing sir," she said.

We worked in the office all day, until finally the clock struck 6:00, quitting time. Skye finished cleaning up, and we walked out. I locked up and then I turned to Skye.

"I'd best be getting home, sir" she said shyly.

"How bout I walk you home this time. Don't want bandit cursing at you like last time," I said.

"Thank you sir," Skye said.

"Any time, and there's no need to call me sir. It's just Chase."

"Okay Chase. Oh, but that just sounds wrong," Skye said.

"Well, can't say I didn't try."

We both shared a short laugh. Skye lived in the mixed breed's cabin deep in the woods. And despite being a mixed Breed home, it was nicer than any of the houses inside town ironically. After I walked Skye home, I headed back home to my pups. They would always meet me at the street corner every night. But in order to do that, they had to pass by Mrs. Retriever's house. Now my pups probably thought that Mrs. Retriever was the meanest old dog ever. But to tell you the truth, she was just alone, and in pain all the time due to her age. I looked up to see my pups running towards me. I also heard Mrs. Retriever yell.

"Don't you hey me, you filthy little balls of fur, Hey, you look at me when I'm talking to you, LOOK at me when I'm TALKING TO YOU," Mrs. Retriever yelled.

My pups reached me and hid behind me. This happened almost every night. My pups would come running, Mrs. Retriever would yell some new insult, and I would always respond with some kind, polite comment.

"Evening Miss Retriever. My I love your flower gardens. I'd bet the flower gardens at Mount Vernon aren't as nice as yours are," I said.

"And just why would you care about my flowers?" Misses Retriever said.

"Just thought they were pretty Misses Retriever," I said.

We continued on home. When we got there, Emma was fixing dinner.

"Evening Emma," I said.

"Good Evening Chase sir," Emma replied.

"Chase, I heard there was a fight in town square. Is everything alright," Badge asked.

Badge was my oldest pup. He was smart, curious, and kind.

"Yes Badge, everything is fine. Just bandit being a bad dog again," I said.

"Did you arrest em," Cookie asked.

Cookie was my other pup. She was an energetic, hyper, tomboyish pup that never seemed to run out of energy.

"No sweetie, I just gave him the old "Bad dog" talk," I said with a wink.

Cookie giggled and pawed at my leg. Just then Emma served the dinner. We all enjoyed the great food. Afterwards, Cookie and I sat down for our regular routine of reading the news paper together. she was too young to read, or understand any of the news for that matter, but she liked to hear me read. So I did it, every night.

After we finished reading, it was time for bed. The two pups shared a room in the back of the house. I tucked them in as I did every night and gave them both a kiss on the forehead.

"Good night my sweet pups," I said.

"Chase, will Bandit ever try and hurt us?" Badge asked with concern.

"No son, I don't think he ever will, and I'll be right there to stop him if he does," I said.

"Good night Chase," Cookie said.

"Good night Cookie," I said turning off the light.

I really thought that things were good. I had no idea that this was just the beginning of the storm.

Oh, what is this storm he's referencing to, come back next time on PAW Patrol: To Kill a Mixed Breed.