Patch and the Search for Santa Paws

chapter 1

One cold, December day, it seemed like a lot of kids were at play as they were on vacation from school for the winter holidays which was time to be with family and loved ones, and especially to those who had their very own pets, and where the pets were seen playing outside or at least the puppies were.

"Dot? Where'd you go?" Scruffy called out as he came to look for his sister.

Dot giggled as she blended in with the snow since she had white fur like their father.

"Dot?" Scruffy asked as he looked around for his sister before getting hit by a snowball.

Dot was soon heard giggling.

"Dot?!" Scruffy smirked to that as he came to look for his sister.

Dot giggled as she kept hiding. Scruffy smirked as he sniffed the ground on and started to follow his sister's scent. Dot kept hiding for a while and poked her head out. Scruffy seemed to be gone then.

"Scruffy? Scruffy..." Dot called out only to yelp and get pounced on by her brother.

"Ha! Gotcha!" Scruffy smirked.

"You shouldn't pounce on me!" Dot pouted. "I'm gonna tell Dad!"

"Hey, that's for the snowball!" Scruffy laughed.

"Okay, fair enough," Dot smiled. "I hope Santa Paws gets me that bow I saw at the pet store."

"Yeah..." Scruffy replied. "I'd really like a new ball to chew on myself. I'm sure Dad will put in a good word for us with the big man."

They soon heard someone laughing at them.

"Who's there?" Scruffy soon growled while Dot pouted from the laughing.

They soon saw that it was from a junkyard dog who was then smirking at them after laughing. "You two still believe in Santa Paws?"

"Well... Yeah...?" Dot replied. "Don't you?"

"Pfft!" The junkyard dog scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Santa Paws is just what Mommy and Daddy Doggies tell their pups to make 'em be good. He's not real or nuthin'."

"Y-Yes, he is." Dot frowned.

"Wow, you guys are babies!" The junkyard dog laughed. "Man, I thought you'd be cool, but you believe in Santa Paws."

"He is too real!" Scruffy glared. "Our dad even met him a couple of times!"

"Oh, man, that just makes your father a liar," The junkyard dog smirked. "Wow, and to think parents taught their pups to never lie."

"Dad would never lie!" Scruffy glared.

"What of it?" The junkyard dog laughed at him.

"Stop laughing at me and my sister!" Scruffy glared, rubbing his paw against the ground like a bull, ready to charge.

"Whatever, I'm done with you lame pups anyway." The junkyard dog smirked as he left them.

Scruffy growled before coming to Dot. "You okay?"

"That guy was mean!" Dot pouted.

"Yeah, but what if he's right?" Scruffy asked softly.

"You don't think Santa Paws isn't real, do you, Scruffy?" Dot frowned to what her brother said.

"Well..." Scruffy frowned.

"Maybe we should hear another story from Dad." Dot said.

"Oh, but they're just stories..." Scruffy stared at the ground. "It's not like we know if they're true or not."