☆A Gem's Best Friend!☆ Spinel x puppy reader

part 1: sweet yet solemn

I'm trotting around on the soft sandy grounds without any bounds or pulling around and...

you pause your cheerful stroll, your inward tune coming to a stop as you struggled to come up with more creative words for your little madeup song. your narrowed your eyes and partially opened your mouth as you thought hard, shuffling through all the words your young puppy brain can thing of.

abound...? astound...? a.. uh... pound..?

you snort indignantly and sat down with a thump, in a minor pout. you huff through your wet (pink/black) nose and look down to the ground. doing so made you catch a glimpse of of your body.

your (color) fur, while it was dull with a very thin layer of grime, it wasn't much matting going on around it. you lift a foreleg up and stare at it solemnly. your claws weren't over grown, as they are constantly dulled down by the constant digging you did, for food, to bury something or no reason in particular. and your (color) pawpads were dry and rough from the hot pavement and sands of beach city. luckily, they didn't hurt, as they had toughened up from the constant months of walking you did.

you let out a soft whine, a flash of sadness piercing your heart. I don't know why it's come to this... your head hung for a moment, as you searched your mind yet again, only this time you searched for possible explanations as to why it came down to this. what could I have done for master to have- you suddenly shake your head, slamming the breaks on your solemn thoughts, crinkling your muzzle in disgust at your self-pity. not again with this... when will I realize they aren't my master? not anymore, anyway... you curl your lip slightly. it's not like this is bad either.. you itched behind your ear with your foot, grumbling as you digged through your head again, unearthing your many benefits of your current situation.

least I don't have to follow so many rules. you thought, recalling the many things your former "master" tried to teach you. from having to fetch things, to sleeping in specific places, and having to walk with some type of restricting rope around your neck. it was restricting. not to mention eating the same old kibble every darn day.. and getting yelled at whenever I had that tasty human food... you barked abruptly, a new wave of enthusiasm running through you.

I can do whatever I want now! you rose to your paws and resumed your padding along the beach side. it's not like it could be worse anyways. you then started towards the massive hill, thinking on how nice it would be to sniff the flowers that grew there and roll around the thick cool grass. It always cheered you up. by then, you tried your attempt at your made-up tune, from the boredom that quickly caught up with you.

I am a free hound, who is trotting around on the soft sandy grounds without any bounds nor any pushing around, listening to the sounds of the-

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAANNNNKKKKKK!!!

you jumped out of your fur as an enormous bellowing foghorn like sound tore through the air, made louder thanks to your sensitive doggy ears, shaking the ground beneath you.

great danes, what on earth was that!?

you race up the hill, feeling a sudden thrill of unease.

I thought all this was done with? Didn't that Steven human get rid of all that bad stuff?