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Heya', babe! You lost?

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It had been a long few days for Duchess; Only a day or so ago she had been happy and comfortable is her owners large house. That is, until her owners needed to OUT. As she trudged along the muggy, and extremely filthy street, with horns honking and loads of other unnerving sounds, she remembered her owners locking up the doors, and telling her they'd be back in a couple of hours. She had watched them leave, and went to sleep on the soft carpet near the sofa near the fireplace. Duchess had just fallen asleep, when the door was rattled, and the door-nob feel off. Then, with a loud bang the door bust open. Two strange men were standing there, masks over their faces, and carrying a large brown potato sack...and looking at HER.
One of the men pointed at her, and said something. The other man edged slowly towards her...she edged back; growling. Her hackles raised. He lunged at her, and she jump. He skid across the carpet on his stomach, and then crashed in the wall. The wall shelf trembled, and numerous things fell on his head. Duchess had run towards the door, hoping to get away to safety. But the other man had grabbed her faster than anything, and thrown her in the sack. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear then talking, and arguing about something. She was thrown into the back of a truck, and they drove off. Inside the sack she wondered what to do. She noticed one of her nails was stuck in the bag. She pulled her paw back, trying to free her paw. With a SHRRRIPPP, it ripped! Duchess panted and pushed her way out of the hole, making it bigger. She then charged at the door, slamming her thin body into and banging open the doors. Then men shouted in shock: but it was to late! With the loud BANG that had accompanied the door opening, she had feel out of the truck, and landed on her side in a puddle of water. Taking no chances she jumped to her feet and ran through the street. Cars honked and stopped in their tracks, trying to avoid the dog running in the road. Terrified she had ran down an alley, where she found an old barrel to sleep in...

Which is where she was right now. In ANOTHER filthy alley way. She couldn't remember how to get home, and she certainly didn't want to wander on her own around the road. She shook her head and sighed. Mud flung off her ears and fur in little droplets, still leave a nasty stain. She had tried only a little while ago to try the road again, but a honking car had come by, and rolled over a large pile of mud. She yelped and tried to dodge but - too late! The mud had splattered all over her face. And she had broken her one of her beautiful pedicured nails! She moped along the alley way, near an old fence that had a plank of wood missing. She heard a loud crack sound behind her. Hair standing up and heart stopping in panic, she ran as fast as she could through the hole and towards another alley. She saw something large land in front of her, and she skidded it a halt. She felt herself sink several inches in the murky and filthy wet mud of the ground. It was a large doberman pinscher. She stood there, motionless looking into his brown eyes. It was several seconds before she realized their noses were touching. Apparently she had skidded farther than she thought. She gave a small yelp and fell back onto her haunches. "W-Wh-What do you want?" she stammered. She was terrified by his large size; He was at least two or three heads taller than her, even if she wasn't sitting! "Woah," he soothed. "It's okay babe. I'm not gonna hurt yah!" He had a street-smart kind of attitude and accent. As if he knew everything he was doing and where he was going. She raised her eyebrows at him, and lowered herself to the ground in fear.

The dog looked shocked, and put his paw on her back. "Heya', babe!" He gently nudged her should with his overly-large paw. "You lost?" Duchess looked up at the large arm and dark brown eyes of the doberman. He seemed nice enough, and he didn't look like he would hurt her. She sniffled at his arm. She sneezed in disgust: He smelled like everything on the street! He smelled like mud and dirt and very filthy trash. Duchess' smooth white fur stuck up and she slapped his paw off of her shoulder. He withdrew his paw, leaving a large and filthy paw-print in her fur. "Yes, sir," she sniffled daintily and sat up proudly. Which was hard to do, being you're covered in mud and looking quite filthy. "I am indeed lost. I have been wandering these streets for two days trying to find me home."
The doberman sat down himself, and gave a semi-sarcastic formal bow to her. "Nice to meet yah, babe. Names Retcher. I've lived on these streets for some years now, after running away from my people, who didn't take care of me. It's thanks to them that I now how this filthy collar on my neck!" he gestured disgustedly at the thick leather collar that was around his neck. It had various bite and scuff marks on it to show where she had attempted to removed it countless times. Retcher sat down his paw and looked expectantly at Duchess. "Annd...you're name is...?" 
"Oh yes!" She snapped out of her dead-pan-stare at how filthy his collar was. You'd never catch such a thing around her own precious neck. "My name is Duchess, pet to two rich humans and their kind daughter, who has cared for me. I come from several generations of pure-bred spotless dalmatians! Quite proud of my blood-line, actually."
"Wooowww..." Retcher looked amazed. "But..." he dawdled, "You've great big spots all over 'yah!". Retcher gestured with his paw to her face and ears. For explanation, she wiped her paw across her right ear, smearing it further. She looked at her paw in disgust, following a comment of "Yick!" she flung her paw around several times, flinging flecks of mud around and getting some of Retcher. He covered his face with his arm, and wiped some mud off of his face.
He shook himself, and then stood up. "Nice to meet you, Duchess. Unfortunately I do not know WHERE, you live. But I could help you look tomorrow, so you won't get lost. You'll need a city guide!" He puffed his chest out in pride. 

Duchess smirked. "Very well." She stood up primly, and raised her head and began prancing fancily down the alley. "But let us find some place for me to clean this ABSURD mud off of my stylish coat!"
Trotting after her Retcher, began talking about the city...</i>
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HOLY COW THAT WAS LONG! I originally just intended this to be a picture with their conversation in the description, rather than an entire story. Anyways, does anybody remember the spot-less dalmatian I showed here-cynderthedragon5768.deviantart… I decided to show more of her history and personality! As you may get from the story, Duchess belongs to two rich people and their little girl, who owns Duchess. Duchess is from several generations of pure-bred spot-less Dalmatians, which is why the thieves wanted to steal her(along with the fancy solid gold, silver, and diamond collar). They could have gotten a pretty-penny for her. This is the father of her pups shown in the other picture. Retcher is a doberman pinsher that lives on the street. He adorns a collar is neglectful and abusive owners had put on him. It's made of strong leather, meaning he can't chew it off.(Sadistic of them, isn't it?) He probably had it on for over three years, meaning when Duchess finally found her owners with him, and they decided to clean him up and keep him, it was probably removed for the first time in about three or four years.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this! I was originally going to have Duchess not covered in mud(she looked better without it...) but it seemed likely to show how dirty she was. Also, I thought this would be interesting to point out: The characters are kind of a Lady and the Tramp and 101 Dalmatians cross-over, because Duchess is the great-grand something of Odd-ball(the spotless Dalmatian from the 101 dalmatians people-version movie) And Retcher MIGHT or might not be related to Buster from LATT II: Scamps big adventure. 
(owww, my fingers from all of this typing)

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Duchess is beautiful