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Natasha shook off the thought, and started humming, merrily. She watched the birds fly. She watched everything she could. She smiled to herself. She went over to her cottage she used to stay in. Her owners glady let her stay on the front porch and sometimes, let her come in. This day, it seemed as if her owners had gone on a picnic with their children. So, she went on their front porch and lay down and closed her eyes.

Samual sighed and rested his head on his crossed paws. I wonder how Natasha's doing...

"I can't see why you just don't say hi to her, Brucy."
Owl and Bruce trotted down the streets of Snob Hill towards the Tramp's house. "Because," Bruce started, eyes falling to the ground. "She's a House Pet and I'm a stray, that's why."
"You can only find out if she likes you if you ask her," Owl barked back. "Besides, all she can say is yes or no."

When Natasha opened her eyes, it was afternoon. She stretched, and walked off the porch. When she was about to walk off, she saw a food and water bowl lying right next to her. They must have come back and left it for her. Slowly, she crept to the food bowl and started tasting the bland food. When she was done, she drank the water, and started walking back to the gang.

Owl and Bruce were now returning to the alley; Bruce chickened out right before they got to the Tramp's house and ran off. Owl caught up with him and they walked around the block while the female told him to toughen up. The puppies came across the house where Owl had lived and she convinced him that they needed to go back home.

Samual's owner finally let him out and the young dog took off down the street toward the gang's alleyway. Usually he and Vincent walked together but today, Samual didn't want his company.

When Natasha got back to the gang, she decided to sit down and watch the activity. She wondered if anyone would offer her to join them.

"Look who's back," Owl said as she and Bruce walked into the alley. bruce smiled warmly at the Great Pyrenees, but Owl scowled.

Sammy was about a block away from his friends' place. He kept a steady trot.

T.P was on his way home, too; Gia had left him again, there was nothing new there, and he was left alone so he decided to come back.

Natasha's ear twitched, that signal that she heard Bruce and Owl come in. She turned her head. "Oh," she said, warmly. "Hey guys! I was just watching the activity, hoping someone would let me join in." She smiled, than sat back down again and watched.

Owl growled and walked off. "Entertain her, Brucy," she ordered.
Bruce huffed and sat down. "So," he started. "What do you wanna do?"

T.P arrived and quietly passed the other puppies and lied down by the tires.

"Natasha!" Samual raced into the alley with a gigantic smile of his muzzle. "Hey."

Natasha opened her mouth to speak, but before she could reply, another voice came. It was Samuel. "Hey Samuel!" She turned back to Bruce. "Well," she said, not sure how to say this, "what games are there?" She looked back at Samuel, and gave a nod of her head to come over.

The purple-eyed pup walked over without hesitation.

"We could play tog-o-war," Bruce suggested. "Or race if ya want."

Natasha got into a play crouch. "Let's race!" she said. "Wanna join in, Sammy?" It was the first time she called him that.

Bruce walked back over to his friend. "I'm gonna miss you, too, Lass," he said quietly, ignoring onlooking eyes behind them.

Natasha looked at Bruce, than cleared her throat. "Sooo," she said to Sammy. "Are we gonna race?" She looked at Sammy.

Sammy knew he was a horrible racer; he'd even got left behind when T.P and the others went out on a rescue mission to save Iggy from the pound.
"Well, I'm not too good at it," he admitted.