Doggy Paddling (RockyXZuma)

Ch 2: Shoreline

Ryder was the first to pull into the wooden pier, The rest of the pups stopped just short behind him. Each pup stepped out of their vehicles to inspect the surrounding beach, the three gasped in shock at what they saw. Random bits of paper, empty food cans, Boxes of used paper towels and wrappers, what looked to be a sack of purple clothes and hats which had torn along the surf. Spilling the contents into the water, washing up on the shore. Rocky leaned into the water line, using one of his claw arms to lift what appeared to be an old boot from the water. A low whine came from his snout, he could repurpose most of what was here, but the sheer amount of stuff just so blatantly left out to pollute the sea hurt the recycle pup's heart. Zuma stood behind his friend; the water pup approached him.

"Whoa dude...this is..."

"Horrible"

Rocky finished his sentence. Zuma could see how sad this made him. He couldn't stand seeing Rocky being so down. He took a few steps next to him, half tempted to lean in close to nuzzle him before a familiar police pup started sniffing along the shore in front of them.

Chase was already on the case to try and identify the culprit. Sniffing at any piece of rubbish he could. Hoping to get any sort of familiar scent to follow. He couldn't pick up much between the smells of the sea, sand and very stinky trash thrown about. A stray banana peel had washed in with a wave and landed directly onto his nose.

"Yuck!"

Rocky and Zuma giggled at the police pup as he shook the peel off his snout.

"I'm not picking up anything Ryder, No footprints or usual smells either. Besides the trash that is"

Ryder walked along the shore with the pups, rubbing his chin and pondering their next course of action.

"Just as I thought, all this stuff is being washed in by the sea. Whoever is doing this, is doing it in a certain spot in the bay."

"That's going to be a lot of water to comb through" Rocky said.

"Ryder, my vehicle can't go in the water though" Chase added.

"Good point, which is why I'm going to need you to ride with me so we can look through the sea together, Zuma will follow suite to scan above and below the surf."

"Let's do it dude!"

"Yeah Awooo!" Rocky replied, he and Zuma started to make their way back to their vehicles.

"Hold on there Rocky."

The mixed breed stopped in his tracks. Turning his head towards Ryder.

"Rocky, I know I said we needed your tugboat but there is way too much trash built up on the shore to just leave it there, I need you to stay here and pick up what you can with your truck."

Rocky's ears lowered, admittedly he was little let down that he could not follow Zuma and the others, but he understood that there was important work to be done on the beach.

"Yes, Sir Ryder"

Zuma turned to the mixed breed pup.

"Wocky, that's a lot of trash to get, you suwre you don't need some help with that?"

Zuma knew he had a job to do, but he felt bad having Rocky deal with all this on his own. The Recycle pup looked back his friend. His heart suddenly fluttered, feeling a little better from witnessing the sad scene on the shore. Zuma always had a knack of making him feel good.

"It's ok Zuma, I can always ask the other pups at the lookout to come help. Plus, I want you to find whoever is responsible for this as soon as possible"