Now keep in mind that these pups names change, except for Saba. Aleu is still Aleu, and Kiona is known as Una. These are all names their parents called them, but not their owners.

Dingo

One morning, mama's master put me and my five siblings inside of a wooden box outside. It was warm weather and I wanted to run on the beach, but mama and papa said we all had to stay in the box because they said human pups were going to be taking us home. We were all very excited, especially Aleu, who howled with joy. No matter what she thought, we all knew she was a terrible singer. The only reason me, Una, Kodi, Saba, and Dakota didn't howl was to not encourage Aleu to do the same, but somehow it never worked. We all would've been jumping around in excitement if we weren't protecting our ears from her noises.

"Awooo!" Aleu howled.

"Aleu, honey," said mama. "Please don't howl like that." I heard Una sigh with relief.

"Oh," Aleu stopped. "Sorry, mama, it only happens when I'm excited!"

"I'm excited too!" exclaimed Saba, pouncing on top of Aleu. "I can't WAIT to get a human...and chew on their socks!" She giggled, rough-housing with the others.

I lept up to the side of the box nearest Papa and Mama. "Papa, are you gonna get a human too?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "Nah, humans like cute little puppies, like you. Not old grizzly grown-ups, like me." He patted my head with his paw.

I always wondered where papa's human was. Every time I ever seen him, he was only with us. I hoped that I got a loving family like the one mama had.

It wasn't long before a human pup stooped over our box with a big smiling face. He said, "These are Rosie's puppies, Mama! Jenna had them!" He took one look at me and picked me up. I hoped he would be taking me home. He had a round tan face and small eyes. I wouldn't see his hair because of the hat he was wearing.

He looked at his father and mother and said, "Papa, I want this one!!" And it was as simple as that when I became a member of a new family. As the human pup carried me away, I looked back at my family and waved good-bye, all of them smiling at me.

Dakota

After Dingo was taken in by the human pup, the rest of us were being taken by families as well. Saba and I were adopted at the same time by two different children. A girl adopted Saba and a boy adopted me. I was hoping that my new family would be near my old one, and my wish came true. They lived right next-door to the butcher's shop and Saba was only a few doors down.

I entered my new family's home and when Andrew finally put me on the floor, I started sniffing around. The first thing that came to my mind was to cause mischeif. Ever since I was born I was always the more mischeif one. It was mostly to get my father's attention, because he liked Aleu best. It was only because she looked more like him. But then it wasn't long until all I wanted to do was get in trouble.

I sniffed around and seen a weird-looking soft stringy ball lying on the floor. Of all the toys in the world, the ball was my favorite, so I picked it up and started shaking it harshly. Until it fell apart into a big stringy mess.

"No! Bad dog!" cried my boy's mother. She tapped me on the face. Which took me by surprise. When she pointed her finger in my face I snapped at it in a playful way, but she took it aggressively and tapped me on the nose again. I sat on the floor and just wimpered.

Saba

My human pup loved me right away and I loved her. The one thing that I loved most about her was her voice. It was high-pitched, but it was very gentle and sweet. And the better thing was she was friends with mama's human pup, Rosie. My human pup skipped to her house with me held securely in her arms. Her mama opened the door and smiled at us. She seemed like a very friendly lady, who looked like an older version of my human. She had long dark brown hair, milky white skin, light brown eyes and a long face. She, like my girl, was dressed in poofy warm clothing.

"Hello, Meg," said her mother, still smiling. "Is that your new puppy?"

"Yep, it is, mama!" Meg exclaimed, lifting me up to show. "Isn't she pretty? She has brown eyes like us!"

"Ah, so she does!" chuckled Meg's mother. "What are you going to name her?"

"I thought about it on the way home," said Meg, turning me around to face her. I licked her nose, excited about getting my new name. "I'm gonna name her Quinn!"

Her mother seemed a bit shocked. "Uh, 'Quinn'? Doesn't that mean wolf?"

"Yeah, but the name sounds pretty," Meg smiled as she walked into her house. She put me on the floor and gave me a small rabbit chewy to play with. "Welcome to your new home, Quinn!"

Dingo

On my second birthday, Stephen left on a trip with his father. I had no idea where they went, but it was most likely to try and find a way to get money. Ever since my family adopted me, they were struggling to keep everyone fed and taken care of. I rarely ate anyway, so I didn't mind if I went two days without food.

Later that evening Stephen's mom was waiting by the door, looking out the window.

"Oh, good, he's here," she said to no one, opening the door.

"Who's here?" I asked myself, propping myself on the window sill to look outside. Stephen and his father weren't home. But someone else was here. Whoever it was, they entered the door. He was a younger man, probably about nineteen years old. He was dressed in dirty clothes.

"Hello, you must be Ethan." Stephen's mother greeted.

"Yep, that's me," the boy said shyly. "So, here is he?"

"He's right here," she pointed at me. This boy seemed nice, so I wagged my tail.

"Ah, he looks...friendly," Ethan said, wary.

"He is, but he's very strong like you were looking for. His father was part wolf."

"No kiddin'!" Ethan seemed more interested in me, and he pet my head. "Well, I'll still take him, then!" He whipped out a great sum of money. "Here you go."

"Thank you so much!" Stephan's mother thanked. "You have no idea how much me and my family needed this money."

"No, thank you." Ethan said, putting a rope around my neck.

I figured for a long time that day that I would be back with my family within the next few days. But when Ethan kept taking me farther and father away, it hit me that I was never going back.

Dakota

I jumped up onto the table and I kept sliding across it. I tried stopping myself, but I couldn't and ended up spilling everything onto the floor. Two years old, one would think I'd learn that I was too big to fit on the table.

Andrew's mom had finally cracked. She growled through her teeth and said to Andrew, "That dog is a wild animal! And he's making a mess out of everything! From now on, he STAYS outside!" She grabbed me by my collar and threw me outside. Fine by me, the house was boring anyway. Andrew definately had better things to do than to be with me, he was always out trying to learn how to be a doctor. He may as well have let me live on my own because he didn't need me anymore.

My stomach rumbled and I stopped walking and looked at it. It was that time of day to raid the butcher's meat locker. Dad always frowned upon me taking food from my siblings and humans. But hey, I was outside where my humans couldn't feed me, so I had no choice but to help myself.

I found my way over to the butcher's shop and looked at the window inside. What did I want to eat? The sausage links looked tastey. I licked my lips and made my way to the back of the shop. I looked down the alley and spotted the door that led to the meat locker. I looked at my surroundings to see of anyone was looking. No one was around, and the butcher was in the shop taking care of some customers, so he wouldn't be in the locker. I lifted the screws out from the hinges on the door and pushed the door open with my paw. It was a useful trick to breaking into buildings, but I didn't know where I learned it from.

I seen the butcher exit the room that was the meat locker, he didn't notice me...or the locker door not closing. I pryed the ajar door open enough for me to squeeze myself in. I had broke into the meat locker on numerous occasions and I only got caught once. That time I got whipped pretty badly by the butcher, but I never got caught again. Every time he notices some meat gone, he always assumes it was me and almost every time it was.

The sausages were hanging by a hook on the wall. I was very tempted to take the entire lamb hanging from the ceiling, but I had to resist all temptation. So I took the sausages from the hook and opened the door to get outside. I had just made it outside when I was stopped by a black, blonde, and white husky. He was Iron, the son of some dog named Steele, who my Dad didn't like very much. I wasn't sure who his mother was, but whoever she was, she was who Iron got his blonde fur from.

"Where are you going with those sausages, Dakota?" he snickered.

"I'm gonna go no where and eat them, smart-ass." I scoffed, brushing past him. He was bigger than I was, but I wasn't afraid of him, deep down inside he was a coward.

He stepped in front of me again. "You know? I was gonna go raid the butcher's locker of sausages myself, but I think it'll be much easier just to take yours."

"You're better off hunting for a bull moose by yourself than raiding the meat locker," I laughed, sausage still in my mouth. He definately caught on that I was calling him useless, so he snarled and lunged at me with his fangs. I dropped my sausage on the ground to fight him. He somehow pinned me underneath him and he snapped at my face. He kicked him off with my hind legs and he faced off. He went to attack me, but when I lunged at him, he missed my neck and I snapped my teeth around his and pulled. I didnt draw blood, but I scared him enough to get him to run away yelping.

I snorted a laugh in his direction and I picked up the sausages I rightfully stole. I looked up and seen the butcher glaring down at me with a noose in

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