15 Puppies

CHAPTER ONE

my story begins in London. not so very long ago, and yet so much had happened since then, that it seems more like an eternity. at that time, I lived with my pet in a bachelor flat just off regent's park. 

inside an apartment flat lived a music writer and his Dalmatian. the writer was playing his piano while his dog was lying down and looking out the window at the streets below. 

it was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors. 

the writer looked at his watch before he continued with writing his music. 

oh. that's my pet, roger. roger Radcliffe, a musician of sorts. no. no, I'm the one with the spots. my name's pongo. and you know, as far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelor's life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. it was downright dull. 

pongo started scratching his ear as roger started writing down on his music sheet before he kept playing the piano. pongo then sat up and stretched his legs as he let out a big yawn before he looked around at the messy apartment. music sheets were scattered everywhere, there were coats on the armchair and there was a plate of a burned match stick that was pilled up on a desk

it was plain to see that my old pet needed someone. but if it were left up to roger, we'd be bachelors forever. he was married to his work. writing songs. songs about romance, of all things, something he knew absolutely nothing about.  oh, he's intelligent enough, as humans go. and I think you could say that roger is a rather handsome animal in his way. 

pongo sat up as he kept looking at roger before he looked down at the two magazines with female models on them. 

I could see no reason why my pet didn't deserve an attractive mate. at least, I was determined to do my best. 

pongo looked at the females on the magazine as tilted his head in confusion. 

of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. but I had a rough idea of what to look for. 

pongo looked at the window and saw a brown-haired woman, wearing glasses walked her afghan hound. 

hmm. unseal breed. very unusual. oh, surely not.

pongo shakes his head before he saw another woman, but this woman was a bit short and was walking her pug.

hmm. well, a little too short-coupled. nope. 

then pongo saw a woman dress in black fancy clothes while she was walking her poodle. 

I say.. oh, well I do say!. now, there's a fancy breed. hmm. perhaps a little too fancy. yes. that's much too fancy. 

then pongo saw an old lady ride her bike with her brown spaniel in the basket on the front. then he saw a young girl walking her golden retriever puppy. 

too old. too young. it was a problem. a real problem. 

pongo leaned his head on the window ceil in a board look, but then someone caught his eye. 

well, now that's a bit more like it!

he saw another Dalmatian on a walk as he wagged his tail and had a smile on his face.

the most beautiful creature on four legs. oh, now, if only the girl.

pongo then looks at the woman who was dressed in a fine dress and had a hot one with a yellow flower on it as she was carrying a book in her hand while she held the dog lead in the other. 

well! she's very lovely, too! it was almost too good to be true. I'd never find another pair like that, not if looked for 100 years. 

pongo then ran to the other window that faced the park and watched as the woman walks her dog into the park.