Doggy Paddling (RockyXZuma)

Ch 1: Debris

"The B cord still sounds out of tune."

Rocky thought to himself. He was hunkered down near his pup house converted into his recycle truck. When the pup wasn't playing with the other members of the paw patrol, Rocky could be found tinkering or fixing something. Never one to throw something away, the pup always tried to find use in old trash or discarded items which he could turn into something more practical. This item was giving him some new difficulties though. His yellow and blue colored guitar, a staple for him to use when the pups were to perform live music for the town of Adventure Bay. Rocky was currently trying to tune it between the claw arms that sprung from his backpack. Just trying to get it to sound right.

"Doesn't sound too bad though!"

Rocky wasn't alone. A familiar young bulldog sat across from him, watching him attend to his instrument. Rocky had asked Rubble with some help regarding a composition he was working on. He figured that with Rubble being a DJ and the primary composer for the pups when they played music, he would be able to give him some pointers. Admittedly he has been waiting for a little while now as he watched his friend adjust the cords of the guitar. He couldn't help but feel that his friend was being a perfectionist with whatever he was going to attempt to play.

"Alright! I think that should just about do it!"

Rocky beamed in excitement. It was short lived, with a loud creak, the B-chord had suddenly snapped. Both pups yelped in surprise, Causing Rocky to drop the instrument.

"Whoa!"

"You ok Rocky?!"

"Yeah, I am..."

The pups heart sunk as he stared down at his guitar. While still intact, the B cord could not be fixed in the condition it was in. Rocky knew he'd have to find a replacement. Easier said than done with something so specific. A soft whine came from his snout, he gritted his canines hard. Feeling the need to do something he and the other pups did so rarely.

"Heck!"

Rubble gasped in Shock, putting paws over his mouth.

"Rocky...language"

"I'm sorry...I'm just peeved off. I should have let well enough alone" Another sad whine came from his mouth. His ears flatten in response. Rubble approached his friend.

"It's ok, we can replace it, I'm sure you might have something in your truck that might do the trick."

"Possibly, I haven't scrounged up anything in the last few days though" Rocky was grateful that new trash hasn't popped up to often around the town. Means that a lot of folks are doing their part and recycling or upcycling what they need to. Though it means that his stash of stuff in his truck has been much smaller lately.

"I could maybe use an old Bicycle brake cable, the wiring in that might be able to fix it."

"That's a great idea Rocky!"

"Could take a little bit of time to find something like that, I don't want to keep you waiting any longer..."

"It's all good. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly were you going to play me anyway?"

The Construction pup turned his head curiously. Rocky felt shy all the sudden. His claw arm scratched at the back of his ear nervously. It always amused him how much his tools seem to  pick up on what he's needs, even in awkward times like these.

"Well, it's a rendition of a song I know. I've been practicing on and off, I wanted you to hear it first to see how it sounded."

"Oh! Awesome! But Rocky, I don't think I've ever seen you practice around us."