On my “day two” of being a Pound Puppy, Strudel taught me a lot: She taught me how to predict the distance a zoomit would go based on numerous factors, she taught me how to do basic addition (I was horrible in math), and tons of other things. But most importantly, she taught me that dogs could only see three colors: white, grey, and black. No exceptions were mentioned. Thus, I have never really learned, or been able to learn, colors outside of the grayscale spectrum.
This color… I don’t really know how to describe it. The fact that I could see it was somewhat horrifying. In accordance, I began to bark wildly, for the second time that day. “ROOOOOOAW ROAW ROAW ROAW!” Gina stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me once again, with a brow raised. “What is it, boy?” Tentatively, I walked over to her and began to sniff her shoes. At this point, I found the fact that they were so outstanding with a single color really fascinating. I got so comfortable as to bite one of the laces and give it a hardy tug, only to be admonished by Gina. “What’s gotten into ya, boy? Hehe, my shoestrings aren’t meant to be chewed on like that.” She giggled and shooed me away from her shoes. She then picked up the dustpan, stood up, stepped on the little panel on the trash bin to make it open, and dumped the dust inside. After doing so, she turned to look at me, and smiled. “Ready for your bath, boy?” I barked once and wagged, then looked at her shoes again. I just couldn’t avert my attention elsewhere for more than a few moments; the shoes were just too extraordinary. I looked up to see Gina thinking about something, rather hard, judging by her facial expression. “Where does my mom keep all of the pet soaps…?” Just then, she stopped thinking and looked up at a cupboard. “Gosh, I can’t quite reach that one. Hmm… Oh!” She quickly ran out of the kitchen, upstairs, and into the hallway. By the sounds of things, she was scouring the hallway closet for something. “Aha!” A door shut upstairs, and Gina walked towards the stairs. When she came into sight, and I saw what she was holding, I was taken aback.
She found a stepping stool. This stepping stool was different in the fact that it also had a color to it; the exact same color of Gina’s shoes, whatever that was. By the time I snapped out of my fixation, Gina was already down the stairs, making her way into the kitchen. What… what’s happening? What am I seeing?! I was feeling completely dubious of my newfound perception of a color outside of grayscale. I hastily dashed over to my doggy bowl and sniffed my kibble. Smells the same, that must not be the problem. Then, I began to hear a voice. The voice gradually but slowly became clear to me in my thoughts. P… Pink. Pink? What’s pink? I don’t get i- My thoughts were interrupted when Gina exclaimed, “Ooooh, pink bottle! I wonder why this brand changed the color of it, but it’s a good look!” She giddied a bit, and then began reading the back for information, probably since this would be her first time washing me on her own. Then, the words processed in my head. Pink is… the color I’m seeing? Pink. That doesn’t explain how I can see it. I shook my head and started to give up on trying to understand it. When I looked back up at Gina, something was off: Her shoes weren’t glowing monochromatically anymore. They were gray, just as they were before. I looked down at the stool, and it was still a radiant hue of this… pink. I squinted at it as I developed a strange feeling in my tummy, and realization struck me.
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“THAT’S IT!” I shouted; unexpectedly, given the look on Cupcake’s face. I darted upstairs and ran turned into the hallway. “C’mon, c’mon… AHA!” The closet door was fortunately ajar just a bit for me to gain entry. Upon opening the door to the closet, what I sought was directly before me. The stepping stool was there, and I couldn’t be happier about that fact. I was quick to grab it by one of its legs and pull it out of the closet. I dragged it to the top of the stairs and gave it a small nudge. “LOOK OUT BELOW!” It tumbled down the stairs chaotically, making an abundance of clamor echo throughout the house. When it reached the bottom, it rolled to a halt.
Rebound was first to ask, rather excitedly, “What is THAT?” She smiled profusely and walked around it with curiosity. “It’s a stepping stool. Humans use it to get to those hard-to-reach places.” “Can they use it to get onto buildings? Can they can they? Huh huh huh?” I was actually puzzled by that question. “Uh… probably not, Rebound.” I smiled sympathetically. “So how exactly is this supposed to help us, Patches? All I’ve seen it do is make lots o’ noise.” Cupcake asked. “Simple. Follow me.” I bit the leg of the stepping stool and dragged it into the kitchen, where I couldn’t help but feel something was the matter. Then, a question was manifested from that feeling. “Cupcake… What time is it?” Cupcake turned around to look at the clock on the wall that was directly behind me. The smile on her face faltered, and her pupils contracted. “It’s… 8:50.”
I let go of the stool to let my jaw drop and my disbelief made itself obvious. I then turned around quickly to confirm what she had said, but now, the clock read 8:51. “No… NO! Guys, we need to hurry up and get this done, and FAST.” “Well, what were you planning anyway?” Rebound asked accordingly. I speedily dragged the stool over to the trash bin, and gestured Rebound over. “Step on that pedal right there!” Rebound looked at the pedal, ran towards it, and leapt onto it, throwing all of her weight atop it. Unsurprisingly, absolutely nothing happened. “Cupcake!” I jumped down from the stepping stool and ran over to her. “Help Rebound push down on the pedal!” “But I was gonna help you w-” “No time! Just do it!” Without another attempt at reasoning with me, Cupcake hurried over to assist Rebound. She jumped onto the pedal and thrust her weight upon it as well; their combined weight finally made the top of the bin budge, if only a bit. I proceeded to drag the dustpan over to the stepping stool, and I tried to lift it up, but only failed, pitifully. I sighed deeply, and looked at the clock. “8:56?!” I tensed up and looked back in forth in an effort to have a moment of absolute genius. “C’mon c’mon, GAH!” I looked at Cupcake with a look of concern and desperation. “Cupcake, help me lift this!” She gave me a questioning look and quickly looked away, giving a low, but audible, “Humph.” “Cupcake… please. We don’t have a lot of time, and I really need you guys to help me right now. I mean, Gina’s mom will b-” Cupcake’s paw stopped me from yammering, once again. “A please would’ve been enough.” She said, with a heartwarming smile on her face. Embarrassed, I gave a slight smile and nodded my head. “Sorry.”
I looked at the clock. “OH MY DOG IT’S 8:58!” I bit the handle of the dustpan and gripped it firmly. I used my eyes to signal Cupcake to grab the other end, which was free of any glass. She responded almost instantly by grasping the other end with her teeth. We both lifted vigorously, putting all of our might into getting it onto the stool. We succeeded, but there was still work to be done. Cupcake questioned, “I’ll have to stand on the pedal with Rebound to get it open.” “Don’t worry, I think I can manage this time.” She smiled for a few moments, then jumped back onto the pedal with Rebound, who seemed totally bored out of her mind having to sit watch me and Cupcake for what felt like hours to her, probably. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had to sit still for that long. The bin creaked open a bit to allow the glass entry. I inhaled, then exhaled deeply a few times, only to be interrupted by Rebound. “GET ON WITH IT!” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the handle of the dustpan, then lifted with all I could muster. The dustpan began to rise slowly, and soon, it was just halfway of where it needed to be for us to be rid of it. Hey… I’m doing it! Haha! WOO! It reached just below where it needed to be as I lifted it higher. Just… a bit… more… I was snapped out of my thought when I heard an engine pulling up to the house, and the sound of gravel crunching against the pavement. I looked at the clock. 9:05… I hurriedly forced myself to push it with just enough force to make it into the crack that had been provided, and the entire dustpan went inside. I jumped down and grasped the leg of the stool in my jaws, and scurried backwards into the living room, and chucked it behind a nearby couch. “What about th-” “NO TIME!” I objected to Rebound’s incomplete question.
“GO GO GO!” I commanded, while standing near the doggy door and gesturing at with my head. Rebound, then Cupcake, proceeded to quickly jump through the door, just as the tumblers for the front door to the house made a distinct sound. I sat on my haunches and wagged to show a rather ostensible happiness for the person that may enter. Moments later, the door began to open. The only thing running through my mind at this point was that Gina’s mother didn’t make a deal of finding the dustpan in the trash bin. I was snapped out of my contemplation by a human frame entering the house. I started wagging again, and put on a forced smile, until I made out the shape of the frame itself. This person was rather lanky and had on geeky looking glasses. That’s… not Gina’s mom, and it’s most definitely not anyone that I know.
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Author's note: I only made it through most of chapter five, which is unfinished, but I'll post it if there's any interest. Haven't touched this fic in months, unfortunately, so I didn't really implement any of the advice since then. Most probably, I won't be working on this again anytime soon, but I hope what I've typed thus far has provided some entertainment, as I enjoyed typing it, for a time.
This color… I don’t really know how to describe it. The fact that I could see it was somewhat horrifying. In accordance, I began to bark wildly, for the second time that day. “ROOOOOOAW ROAW ROAW ROAW!” Gina stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me once again, with a brow raised. “What is it, boy?” Tentatively, I walked over to her and began to sniff her shoes. At this point, I found the fact that they were so outstanding with a single color really fascinating. I got so comfortable as to bite one of the laces and give it a hardy tug, only to be admonished by Gina. “What’s gotten into ya, boy? Hehe, my shoestrings aren’t meant to be chewed on like that.” She giggled and shooed me away from her shoes. She then picked up the dustpan, stood up, stepped on the little panel on the trash bin to make it open, and dumped the dust inside. After doing so, she turned to look at me, and smiled. “Ready for your bath, boy?” I barked once and wagged, then looked at her shoes again. I just couldn’t avert my attention elsewhere for more than a few moments; the shoes were just too extraordinary. I looked up to see Gina thinking about something, rather hard, judging by her facial expression. “Where does my mom keep all of the pet soaps…?” Just then, she stopped thinking and looked up at a cupboard. “Gosh, I can’t quite reach that one. Hmm… Oh!” She quickly ran out of the kitchen, upstairs, and into the hallway. By the sounds of things, she was scouring the hallway closet for something. “Aha!” A door shut upstairs, and Gina walked towards the stairs. When she came into sight, and I saw what she was holding, I was taken aback.
She found a stepping stool. This stepping stool was different in the fact that it also had a color to it; the exact same color of Gina’s shoes, whatever that was. By the time I snapped out of my fixation, Gina was already down the stairs, making her way into the kitchen. What… what’s happening? What am I seeing?! I was feeling completely dubious of my newfound perception of a color outside of grayscale. I hastily dashed over to my doggy bowl and sniffed my kibble. Smells the same, that must not be the problem. Then, I began to hear a voice. The voice gradually but slowly became clear to me in my thoughts. P… Pink. Pink? What’s pink? I don’t get i- My thoughts were interrupted when Gina exclaimed, “Ooooh, pink bottle! I wonder why this brand changed the color of it, but it’s a good look!” She giddied a bit, and then began reading the back for information, probably since this would be her first time washing me on her own. Then, the words processed in my head. Pink is… the color I’m seeing? Pink. That doesn’t explain how I can see it. I shook my head and started to give up on trying to understand it. When I looked back up at Gina, something was off: Her shoes weren’t glowing monochromatically anymore. They were gray, just as they were before. I looked down at the stool, and it was still a radiant hue of this… pink. I squinted at it as I developed a strange feeling in my tummy, and realization struck me.
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“THAT’S IT!” I shouted; unexpectedly, given the look on Cupcake’s face. I darted upstairs and ran turned into the hallway. “C’mon, c’mon… AHA!” The closet door was fortunately ajar just a bit for me to gain entry. Upon opening the door to the closet, what I sought was directly before me. The stepping stool was there, and I couldn’t be happier about that fact. I was quick to grab it by one of its legs and pull it out of the closet. I dragged it to the top of the stairs and gave it a small nudge. “LOOK OUT BELOW!” It tumbled down the stairs chaotically, making an abundance of clamor echo throughout the house. When it reached the bottom, it rolled to a halt.
Rebound was first to ask, rather excitedly, “What is THAT?” She smiled profusely and walked around it with curiosity. “It’s a stepping stool. Humans use it to get to those hard-to-reach places.” “Can they use it to get onto buildings? Can they can they? Huh huh huh?” I was actually puzzled by that question. “Uh… probably not, Rebound.” I smiled sympathetically. “So how exactly is this supposed to help us, Patches? All I’ve seen it do is make lots o’ noise.” Cupcake asked. “Simple. Follow me.” I bit the leg of the stepping stool and dragged it into the kitchen, where I couldn’t help but feel something was the matter. Then, a question was manifested from that feeling. “Cupcake… What time is it?” Cupcake turned around to look at the clock on the wall that was directly behind me. The smile on her face faltered, and her pupils contracted. “It’s… 8:50.”
I let go of the stool to let my jaw drop and my disbelief made itself obvious. I then turned around quickly to confirm what she had said, but now, the clock read 8:51. “No… NO! Guys, we need to hurry up and get this done, and FAST.” “Well, what were you planning anyway?” Rebound asked accordingly. I speedily dragged the stool over to the trash bin, and gestured Rebound over. “Step on that pedal right there!” Rebound looked at the pedal, ran towards it, and leapt onto it, throwing all of her weight atop it. Unsurprisingly, absolutely nothing happened. “Cupcake!” I jumped down from the stepping stool and ran over to her. “Help Rebound push down on the pedal!” “But I was gonna help you w-” “No time! Just do it!” Without another attempt at reasoning with me, Cupcake hurried over to assist Rebound. She jumped onto the pedal and thrust her weight upon it as well; their combined weight finally made the top of the bin budge, if only a bit. I proceeded to drag the dustpan over to the stepping stool, and I tried to lift it up, but only failed, pitifully. I sighed deeply, and looked at the clock. “8:56?!” I tensed up and looked back in forth in an effort to have a moment of absolute genius. “C’mon c’mon, GAH!” I looked at Cupcake with a look of concern and desperation. “Cupcake, help me lift this!” She gave me a questioning look and quickly looked away, giving a low, but audible, “Humph.” “Cupcake… please. We don’t have a lot of time, and I really need you guys to help me right now. I mean, Gina’s mom will b-” Cupcake’s paw stopped me from yammering, once again. “A please would’ve been enough.” She said, with a heartwarming smile on her face. Embarrassed, I gave a slight smile and nodded my head. “Sorry.”
I looked at the clock. “OH MY DOG IT’S 8:58!” I bit the handle of the dustpan and gripped it firmly. I used my eyes to signal Cupcake to grab the other end, which was free of any glass. She responded almost instantly by grasping the other end with her teeth. We both lifted vigorously, putting all of our might into getting it onto the stool. We succeeded, but there was still work to be done. Cupcake questioned, “I’ll have to stand on the pedal with Rebound to get it open.” “Don’t worry, I think I can manage this time.” She smiled for a few moments, then jumped back onto the pedal with Rebound, who seemed totally bored out of her mind having to sit watch me and Cupcake for what felt like hours to her, probably. Or maybe it was just the fact that she had to sit still for that long. The bin creaked open a bit to allow the glass entry. I inhaled, then exhaled deeply a few times, only to be interrupted by Rebound. “GET ON WITH IT!” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the handle of the dustpan, then lifted with all I could muster. The dustpan began to rise slowly, and soon, it was just halfway of where it needed to be for us to be rid of it. Hey… I’m doing it! Haha! WOO! It reached just below where it needed to be as I lifted it higher. Just… a bit… more… I was snapped out of my thought when I heard an engine pulling up to the house, and the sound of gravel crunching against the pavement. I looked at the clock. 9:05… I hurriedly forced myself to push it with just enough force to make it into the crack that had been provided, and the entire dustpan went inside. I jumped down and grasped the leg of the stool in my jaws, and scurried backwards into the living room, and chucked it behind a nearby couch. “What about th-” “NO TIME!” I objected to Rebound’s incomplete question.
“GO GO GO!” I commanded, while standing near the doggy door and gesturing at with my head. Rebound, then Cupcake, proceeded to quickly jump through the door, just as the tumblers for the front door to the house made a distinct sound. I sat on my haunches and wagged to show a rather ostensible happiness for the person that may enter. Moments later, the door began to open. The only thing running through my mind at this point was that Gina’s mother didn’t make a deal of finding the dustpan in the trash bin. I was snapped out of my contemplation by a human frame entering the house. I started wagging again, and put on a forced smile, until I made out the shape of the frame itself. This person was rather lanky and had on geeky looking glasses. That’s… not Gina’s mom, and it’s most definitely not anyone that I know.
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Author's note: I only made it through most of chapter five, which is unfinished, but I'll post it if there's any interest. Haven't touched this fic in months, unfortunately, so I didn't really implement any of the advice since then. Most probably, I won't be working on this again anytime soon, but I hope what I've typed thus far has provided some entertainment, as I enjoyed typing it, for a time.
sqrut:I can see what happening.
nibilit:what?
sqrut:and they don't have a clue.
nibilit:who?
sqrut:they'll fall in love and heres the bottem line our trio is down to two.
nibilit:oh.
sqrut:the sweet coress of twilight theres magic everywere and with all this romantic atmuspear disaster's in the air.
rebound:can you feel the love tonight the peace the evening brings the world for once in perfet harmeny with all its living things.
lucky:so many things to tell her but how to make her see the trugh about my past?inpossable she'd turn away from me.
cookie:he's holding back he's hiding but what I can't deside why won't he be the king I know he is the king I see inside.
rebound:can you feel the love tonight the peace the evening brings the world for once in perfet harmeny with all its living things..can you feel the love tonight you needn't look too far.stealing though the night's uncertenties love is were they are
nibilit:what?
sqrut:and they don't have a clue.
nibilit:who?
sqrut:they'll fall in love and heres the bottem line our trio is down to two.
nibilit:oh.
sqrut:the sweet coress of twilight theres magic everywere and with all this romantic atmuspear disaster's in the air.
rebound:can you feel the love tonight the peace the evening brings the world for once in perfet harmeny with all its living things.
lucky:so many things to tell her but how to make her see the trugh about my past?inpossable she'd turn away from me.
cookie:he's holding back he's hiding but what I can't deside why won't he be the king I know he is the king I see inside.
rebound:can you feel the love tonight the peace the evening brings the world for once in perfet harmeny with all its living things..can you feel the love tonight you needn't look too far.stealing though the night's uncertenties love is were they are
I have seen all the episodes ever made of pound puppies and i was really hoping that they did not stop making pound puppies episodes. Cus i have not seen it in a bit of time, now all the episodes are on netflixn and i went on ytv and looked for pound puppies and i found it but there was date or time of when it would go back on. So please tell me if pound puppies stopped because i think i saw it on "the hub" a american channel but i want to know if it is still on any canadian channels? Cus it was on ytv so maybe it moved, maybe they ended it or if they are taking a christmas brake? So please tell me if you know that pound puppies has stopped for every canadian station, thank you!