'Get up!' the male voice demanded again, and this time T.P fet a hard nudge to his side. The cat-eyed puppy groaned and sat up. He turned to face whoever decided it would be a good idea to wake him up this early in the morning; i was still dark out. 'What?'
'Pack you stuff 'n get ta movin',' Marsh, a humongous mongrel who had taken in T.P when the young dog got kicked out of the Junkyard Dogs, growled and nudged T.P again. T.P managed to roll back over and quickly stood up. 'The heck man!?'
'Out! Buster's comin' this way 'n I don't need 'im finding out I was takin' care o' ya, kid!'