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by THATONESCNEKID

by THATONESCNEKID

Disclaimer! No sexual themes in this piece of fiction! I will not describe two female dogs having sex, ugh. All rights to this character are reserved to the Walt Disney Corporation.

Georgette was padding down the bustling streets of New York, a symbol of absolute radiance. She was wearing an elegant outfit, a diamond necklace, her blue eyeshadow, and her statement pink bow in her hair. Her fur was perfectly groomed, props to her groomers. She was being walked by Jenny, walking alongside Oliver, bragging about winning the national dog show... again... for the eleventh time in a row.

"I simply don't know why the other dogs even try, Oliver. I don't even have a flea or a flaw. (Yes, that's a reference to the song.) It's quite silly honestly."

Oliver rolled his eyes at Georgette playfully, seeing Jenny had stopped because of something, but didn't check.

"Roll your eyes all you want, little tabby. I'm still the eleven time national champ-"

Jenny's piercing squeal filled Georgette and Oliver's ears. Jenny quickly ran over to you, a dirty and grimy small mini Australian Shepherd.

You are a stray, and you were sleeping on the sidewalk, a few flies surrounding you.

Georgette gasped, seeing that you were gorgeous behind all that dirt.

Jenny spoke up, trying to get you to wake up, petting your head gently.

"Puppy? Wake up..."

You picked up your head and opened your eyes with a yawn, revealing your one blue eye and one brown eye.

You gently sniffed Jenny's hand, then licked her hand gently, letting out a gentle yip.

You felt Jenny pick you up gently, Winston grabbing Georgette and Oliver's leashes.

You didn't growl or fight, you were too weak and starved to do so. You just gently licked Jenny's cheek, making her giggle.

After a while, Jenny reached her home, placing you on the couch, and frowning at you.

"I'll make you some food, puppy. Stay here."

Georgette was looking at you in awe, a blush on her face. Meanwhile, Oliver jumped on the couch, sniffing your scent.

"Hi! My name's Oliver, what's yours?"