It continued to laugh while I watched in confusion. This is too weird, what is this… thing doing in my house? What’s happened t-
“Your disbelief is understandable, my boy, and stop addressing me as a thing. It’s rather rude.” Said the beast. D-… did he just- “Yes, I can read your mind. First rule of my little world of the dream is that no secrets are to be kept from me. So don’t go having any thoughts you'd regret me knowing, because I’m aware of any and all of the things on your little mind.” It tapped my nose with its paw and began to laugh again, albeit a bit more contentedly. I started, rather coyly, “What are you? Where am I? What have you done?” It yawned glibly and replied, “My name is…” The room’s lighting began to dim slowly. “Discord.” A flash of lightning followed by thunder entailed the beginning of his introduction; refraining from pettily questioning what lightning is doing inside the house, I continued to listen attentively. “I’m thousands of years old and I’m simply looking for a little fun. You wouldn’t attempt to impede that, would you?” His expression following that question resembled the noteworthy puppy face that humans found adorable. I found it unpalatable and infuriating, coming from him. He noticed that I was growling lowly, and immediately moved his face from directly before mine. “Whoa whoa whoa, easy there. I’m not here to quarrel; I’m simply here to make an offer, of sorts.” “I don’t want to have anything to do with the likes of you, or anything like you… whatever you are.” I objected, with an indignant demeanor. “Listen closely, this is important.” He added. Furiousness threatened to dictate my next course of action, but I contained myself enough to give him a fair chance to speak his offer. I stood still, with a curious, but remotely irate expression on my face. “What is it?” I asked, rather impatiently. “Ahem.” He stretched, cracked his knuckles, inhaled deeply, and a sudden drum roll began in the background (questionably; as were a lot of things about this creature, I guessed). “No.” He finally stated as the drum roll concluded. I stood for several seconds, as my eyes gazed in random directions to denote my confusion. “No? What do you mean by that?”
“Just, no.” He muttered, indifferently. Absolutely perplexed by this answer, I was prepared to sigh. Suddenly, the floor began to feel a lot… cooler. I lifted one paw away from the floor in reaction to this, and looked down. The carpet beneath my paws was turning black. I looked up and around, and the entire room itself began to blacken. Completely terrified by what was taking place, I ran to the door. I was a few feet from my freedom, and the door slammed shut before me. “No, NO!” I began to panic, and turned to where Discord stood. He was watching my frantic panic while snickering mischievously. I ran over to him, holding my aggression back no longer. “What’s happening?!” I yelled. “This dream is dematerializing, for good reason; you’re about to wake up, which means that I’ll have to be seeing you again later.” “But what about the offer?! You didn’t explain it to me at all!” He shook his head and chuckled. “You’ll hear from me in good time, just… don’t do anything stupid.” As he finished his sentence, he spun around, jumped, and disappeared in a brief flash of light. Subsequently, the whole room was consumed by darkness.
“Must… stop… Discord… from… Gina… my friends… I can’t…”
“NO!” Said a stern voice from behind me. My eyes shot open, and I sprang away from the sound. I saw Cupcake standing before me, shooting me an unmistakable glare. “I know this is boring Patches, but we can’t sleep right now.” I shook my head to clear it of the reverberating words within my conscious, and looked at her with blatant shock and confusion. She let out a sigh. “I don’t know what to do either, but you don’t see me wastin’ time chewing sofas or shoes, as much as I want to right now.” Just then, I recollected our quandary. I looked at the garbage bin, then at the dustpan, then at Rebound, who was still chewing on the rag we used to wipe up the jelly. I shook my head again and looked at a nearby shoe. It was a shoe that belonged to Gina. That’s… odd. Gina always keeps her shoes upstairs in her closet; what is this doing down- My thoughts were interrupted by a devious laugh that only I managed to hear, apparently. I knew this laugh, but I couldn’t quite retrace where I heard it. I looked at Cupcake as she responded by tilting her head and giving a look of curiosity. “Are you okay, Patches? I’m really startin’ to worry.” I shook my head for the third time to clear it of a thought that was trying to find its way back into my conscious, but I wanted to forget it. “Shoes… shoes…” I whispered to myself, attempting to recognize their significance here. Then, I had an epiphany.
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I remembered a summer evening, where me, Gina, and her mother were all inside; It had only been three days since that fateful day where I met her. I was sleeping upstairs, while Gina and her mother were downstairs doing some cleaning. All I could hear was the evil vacuum at the time, luckily for them, but I’m certain they did more than that. After about six minutes into the vacuuming (and five minutes of tossing, turning, and covering my ears), I couldn’t take any more of it. I got up, walked outside of Gina’s room, and stood at the top of the stairs. She was happily vacuuming the living room while her mother was elsewhere; presumably in the kitchen, doing her own share of cleaning. I cringed at the sound as it grew nearer and farther with every motion of Gina. The vacuum itself was making a rather eerie choppy sound, which is particularly why it woke me up; it sounded kinda like ice in a blender, which I’ve heard before because Gina ‘s mom has made slushies before, and apparently, she makes them often. I need to stop this. I quickly ran down the stairs, and began barking at the vacuum wildly. “ROAWROAWROAWROAWROAW!” Gina jumped out of fright, turned around, then looked down at me and smiled. She shut off the vacuum and leaned down to rub my head. “The vacuum’s nothing to be afraid of, boy! I’m sorry if I woke you up from your nap, though.” She stood up, and gave her gaze to the vacuum cleaner. She squinted at it for a few seconds, and then finally spoke. “Oh!” She face-palmed. “The bag is full! No wonder it’s making that awful sound!” She giggled a bit, and with a small click, the bag was free and Gina went to dispose of it.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she stopped before the trash can and began struggling with the zipper on the vacuum bag. I never really understood the trash bin, because as a puppy, I’ve never seen into it unless it was knocked over; even still, those were outside dumpsters. By then, it contained absolutely nothing but some filth along the sides and pieces of torn plastic. I always just guessed that it was a bottomless pit of sorts; an abyss that ate everything that was emptied into it. I thought this because I’ve never seen Gina (or anyone else, for that matter) actually empty the contents of the trash can, if there were any.
After about ten seconds or so, Gina was seemingly fed up with trying to open the vacuum bag herself. “Mom!” She called, and gestured to her for assistance. Gina’s mom was a lot stronger than she looked; she’s normally up at around 6:30 in the morning to jog and do exercises. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hit the gyms regularly, unbeknownst to me and Gina. But this zipper was pretty darn unyielding. Gina’s mom gave the zipper a light tug, and it refused to budge. With that, she raised a brow, and tugged with a bit more effort. The zipper hadn’t gone anywhere. With an expression of aggravation, she gave it one last pull with a good deal of her might, and the bag itself gave way and tore. Without a moment’s hesitation, bag emptied its contents anywhere beneath and in front of it; unfortunately, I was apart of the latter.
With an expression of indifference plastered upon my face, I blew a bit of dust off of my head. Gina was amused by this, apparently, and began to laugh merrily. Even while I was covered in dust and whatnot, I still found her happiness heartwarming. I smiled a bit and began to wag my tail, until Gina lowered her hand to help me remove some of the carpet filth I was covered in. Suddenly, Gina’s mom spoke from across the room, “Sorry about that, Patches. Gina, I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just have to run to the appliance center to buy another bag for the vacuum. Try to get that little mess cleaned up for me while I’m gone, alright?” “Sure thing, mom! I’ll give Patches a bath afterward!” With that, a door shut, and soon after, an engine started. Remembering that I was still surrounded by dust, I looked around the floor and shook violently in an attempt to rid myself of the jacket of dirtiness. When I stopped, it was about the air, and Gina was using her hand to fan it away from her face. I accidentally inhaled some of it and coughed a little, then sneezed. “Aw, I’ve never seen you sneeze before!” She giggled a bit and scooped me up without warning. “I’ll give you a bath in a bit, but I have to get this mess cleaned up first.” She walked over to the living room and set me down. “Just sit still while I get this done, okay boy?” I barked genially to show my compliance, and she rubbed my head as a reward.
After about 10 minutes of watching her sweep up the remaining remnants of dust, I was starting to feel really tired. I stretched out and my eyes began to close. Just then, I saw Gina walking over to the trash bin. She had a dustpan full of dirt and dust, but that’s not all I noticed. There was something about her shoes that I peculiar.
They aren’t... gray?
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Author's Note: Implemented a few story tips for this chapter. Nevertheless, I hope you pups enjoyed this chapter, I couldn't think of any other plot device to substitute for the whole "gray-scale vision" I assumed dogs had when I was writing chapters 3-5. I'll try to switch it up on my story-boarding to make things work for the best.
It's been a while since I've touched this story, but I'll take back up writing it for those interested. Currently continuing chapter five. Expect more to come!
“Your disbelief is understandable, my boy, and stop addressing me as a thing. It’s rather rude.” Said the beast. D-… did he just- “Yes, I can read your mind. First rule of my little world of the dream is that no secrets are to be kept from me. So don’t go having any thoughts you'd regret me knowing, because I’m aware of any and all of the things on your little mind.” It tapped my nose with its paw and began to laugh again, albeit a bit more contentedly. I started, rather coyly, “What are you? Where am I? What have you done?” It yawned glibly and replied, “My name is…” The room’s lighting began to dim slowly. “Discord.” A flash of lightning followed by thunder entailed the beginning of his introduction; refraining from pettily questioning what lightning is doing inside the house, I continued to listen attentively. “I’m thousands of years old and I’m simply looking for a little fun. You wouldn’t attempt to impede that, would you?” His expression following that question resembled the noteworthy puppy face that humans found adorable. I found it unpalatable and infuriating, coming from him. He noticed that I was growling lowly, and immediately moved his face from directly before mine. “Whoa whoa whoa, easy there. I’m not here to quarrel; I’m simply here to make an offer, of sorts.” “I don’t want to have anything to do with the likes of you, or anything like you… whatever you are.” I objected, with an indignant demeanor. “Listen closely, this is important.” He added. Furiousness threatened to dictate my next course of action, but I contained myself enough to give him a fair chance to speak his offer. I stood still, with a curious, but remotely irate expression on my face. “What is it?” I asked, rather impatiently. “Ahem.” He stretched, cracked his knuckles, inhaled deeply, and a sudden drum roll began in the background (questionably; as were a lot of things about this creature, I guessed). “No.” He finally stated as the drum roll concluded. I stood for several seconds, as my eyes gazed in random directions to denote my confusion. “No? What do you mean by that?”
“Just, no.” He muttered, indifferently. Absolutely perplexed by this answer, I was prepared to sigh. Suddenly, the floor began to feel a lot… cooler. I lifted one paw away from the floor in reaction to this, and looked down. The carpet beneath my paws was turning black. I looked up and around, and the entire room itself began to blacken. Completely terrified by what was taking place, I ran to the door. I was a few feet from my freedom, and the door slammed shut before me. “No, NO!” I began to panic, and turned to where Discord stood. He was watching my frantic panic while snickering mischievously. I ran over to him, holding my aggression back no longer. “What’s happening?!” I yelled. “This dream is dematerializing, for good reason; you’re about to wake up, which means that I’ll have to be seeing you again later.” “But what about the offer?! You didn’t explain it to me at all!” He shook his head and chuckled. “You’ll hear from me in good time, just… don’t do anything stupid.” As he finished his sentence, he spun around, jumped, and disappeared in a brief flash of light. Subsequently, the whole room was consumed by darkness.
“Must… stop… Discord… from… Gina… my friends… I can’t…”
“NO!” Said a stern voice from behind me. My eyes shot open, and I sprang away from the sound. I saw Cupcake standing before me, shooting me an unmistakable glare. “I know this is boring Patches, but we can’t sleep right now.” I shook my head to clear it of the reverberating words within my conscious, and looked at her with blatant shock and confusion. She let out a sigh. “I don’t know what to do either, but you don’t see me wastin’ time chewing sofas or shoes, as much as I want to right now.” Just then, I recollected our quandary. I looked at the garbage bin, then at the dustpan, then at Rebound, who was still chewing on the rag we used to wipe up the jelly. I shook my head again and looked at a nearby shoe. It was a shoe that belonged to Gina. That’s… odd. Gina always keeps her shoes upstairs in her closet; what is this doing down- My thoughts were interrupted by a devious laugh that only I managed to hear, apparently. I knew this laugh, but I couldn’t quite retrace where I heard it. I looked at Cupcake as she responded by tilting her head and giving a look of curiosity. “Are you okay, Patches? I’m really startin’ to worry.” I shook my head for the third time to clear it of a thought that was trying to find its way back into my conscious, but I wanted to forget it. “Shoes… shoes…” I whispered to myself, attempting to recognize their significance here. Then, I had an epiphany.
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I remembered a summer evening, where me, Gina, and her mother were all inside; It had only been three days since that fateful day where I met her. I was sleeping upstairs, while Gina and her mother were downstairs doing some cleaning. All I could hear was the evil vacuum at the time, luckily for them, but I’m certain they did more than that. After about six minutes into the vacuuming (and five minutes of tossing, turning, and covering my ears), I couldn’t take any more of it. I got up, walked outside of Gina’s room, and stood at the top of the stairs. She was happily vacuuming the living room while her mother was elsewhere; presumably in the kitchen, doing her own share of cleaning. I cringed at the sound as it grew nearer and farther with every motion of Gina. The vacuum itself was making a rather eerie choppy sound, which is particularly why it woke me up; it sounded kinda like ice in a blender, which I’ve heard before because Gina ‘s mom has made slushies before, and apparently, she makes them often. I need to stop this. I quickly ran down the stairs, and began barking at the vacuum wildly. “ROAWROAWROAWROAWROAW!” Gina jumped out of fright, turned around, then looked down at me and smiled. She shut off the vacuum and leaned down to rub my head. “The vacuum’s nothing to be afraid of, boy! I’m sorry if I woke you up from your nap, though.” She stood up, and gave her gaze to the vacuum cleaner. She squinted at it for a few seconds, and then finally spoke. “Oh!” She face-palmed. “The bag is full! No wonder it’s making that awful sound!” She giggled a bit, and with a small click, the bag was free and Gina went to dispose of it.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she stopped before the trash can and began struggling with the zipper on the vacuum bag. I never really understood the trash bin, because as a puppy, I’ve never seen into it unless it was knocked over; even still, those were outside dumpsters. By then, it contained absolutely nothing but some filth along the sides and pieces of torn plastic. I always just guessed that it was a bottomless pit of sorts; an abyss that ate everything that was emptied into it. I thought this because I’ve never seen Gina (or anyone else, for that matter) actually empty the contents of the trash can, if there were any.
After about ten seconds or so, Gina was seemingly fed up with trying to open the vacuum bag herself. “Mom!” She called, and gestured to her for assistance. Gina’s mom was a lot stronger than she looked; she’s normally up at around 6:30 in the morning to jog and do exercises. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hit the gyms regularly, unbeknownst to me and Gina. But this zipper was pretty darn unyielding. Gina’s mom gave the zipper a light tug, and it refused to budge. With that, she raised a brow, and tugged with a bit more effort. The zipper hadn’t gone anywhere. With an expression of aggravation, she gave it one last pull with a good deal of her might, and the bag itself gave way and tore. Without a moment’s hesitation, bag emptied its contents anywhere beneath and in front of it; unfortunately, I was apart of the latter.
With an expression of indifference plastered upon my face, I blew a bit of dust off of my head. Gina was amused by this, apparently, and began to laugh merrily. Even while I was covered in dust and whatnot, I still found her happiness heartwarming. I smiled a bit and began to wag my tail, until Gina lowered her hand to help me remove some of the carpet filth I was covered in. Suddenly, Gina’s mom spoke from across the room, “Sorry about that, Patches. Gina, I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just have to run to the appliance center to buy another bag for the vacuum. Try to get that little mess cleaned up for me while I’m gone, alright?” “Sure thing, mom! I’ll give Patches a bath afterward!” With that, a door shut, and soon after, an engine started. Remembering that I was still surrounded by dust, I looked around the floor and shook violently in an attempt to rid myself of the jacket of dirtiness. When I stopped, it was about the air, and Gina was using her hand to fan it away from her face. I accidentally inhaled some of it and coughed a little, then sneezed. “Aw, I’ve never seen you sneeze before!” She giggled a bit and scooped me up without warning. “I’ll give you a bath in a bit, but I have to get this mess cleaned up first.” She walked over to the living room and set me down. “Just sit still while I get this done, okay boy?” I barked genially to show my compliance, and she rubbed my head as a reward.
After about 10 minutes of watching her sweep up the remaining remnants of dust, I was starting to feel really tired. I stretched out and my eyes began to close. Just then, I saw Gina walking over to the trash bin. She had a dustpan full of dirt and dust, but that’s not all I noticed. There was something about her shoes that I peculiar.
They aren’t... gray?
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Author's Note: Implemented a few story tips for this chapter. Nevertheless, I hope you pups enjoyed this chapter, I couldn't think of any other plot device to substitute for the whole "gray-scale vision" I assumed dogs had when I was writing chapters 3-5. I'll try to switch it up on my story-boarding to make things work for the best.
It's been a while since I've touched this story, but I'll take back up writing it for those interested. Currently continuing chapter five. Expect more to come!
Hey fans of pound puppies i am searching for information on pound puppies and if it got removed from ytv because its my favourite show. But i found some information like there will be a 3rd season but i went on ytv and it said on the page of pound puppies:
This show at a new time
What does that mean, does it mean that it was removed or is it going to be on at a different time?
Well please send me info on pound puppies being removed from ytv cus i ytv wont reply to me if pound puppies will be back on ytv.
I hope they dont remove it :(
This show at a new time
What does that mean, does it mean that it was removed or is it going to be on at a different time?
Well please send me info on pound puppies being removed from ytv cus i ytv wont reply to me if pound puppies will be back on ytv.
I hope they dont remove it :(