Post by Flamefur on Sept 22, 2008 18:34:59 GMT -5
Mexican Brindle
A small black and brown Chihuahua hopped through the crowded Mexico streets. More people came soon after in a large mass so big that he couldn’t see a single path to safety. Avoiding the large feet coming down near his tail the dog dodged quickly along the sidewalk. He sighed with relief and contentment at finally finding a temporary haven away from the large parade of humans.
“Humans can be so short-minded!” insulted the Chihuahua in a quick, high pitched Mexican accent. He saw some more Chihuahuas sprinting for him and tumbling on their own paws. “Sierra! Lobo! Where’s Brownie?”
A small black and cream colored Chihuahua panted before replying. “Our human kept Brownie inside because she left a little-gift-on their bed. She can be such a stubborn little gal, Brindle! Lobo and I made it, though, before we got in any trouble.”
Brindle nodded with approval. “I can see that, Sierra. Come on, you two; let’s get out of the busy streets. I’m not sure where, though. The humans and their parade are everywhere! It’s weird for hot weather like this summer.”
Lobo, a tan, white, and black patched Chihuahua with a long muzzle like a wolf’s and also named from them, spoke up. “I found this long path on the way here! No humans are in site of it, Brindle! We’ll be fine there! Follow me.”
The larger Chihuahua wasted no time in scampering between a human’s feet and tripping a couple other humans. He flew forward and soon had left Brindle and Sierra trying to keep up.
“Why did my mother have to have such short legs?” gasped Brindle in his squeaky Mexican voice. “I’m dying here!”
Sierra panted and gasped her agreement. “You’re lucky! I’m a pipsqueak if you haven’t noticed.”
Lobo soon had arrived and spotted his companions dragging behind. A human stepped on Sierra’s tail and she let out a yip before wheeling around in mid run and biting his pant leg. “Take that, you stupid human!” she growled.
Soon, all the Chihuahuas had gathered in the abandoned ally and Brindle stood in front of them.
“Today, Chihuahuas, we will launch plan C.R.A.A!” he boasted as dramatically as possible. After getting questioning glances from Lobo and Sierra, he growled an addition. “Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency.”
Spotting Sierra wag her tail eagerly, Brindle raised a paw at her. “Yes, Sierra?”
Sierra’s black back rippled with anticipation as she stood, her cream colored belly showing. “How exactly should we start releasing the plan?”
The Rottweiler-patterned dog took a deep breath. “As you may know,” he squeaked. “We cannot release the plan in any shorter than six moons. If we start on something hard we will be named dangerous and killed on sight. To start, for the next moon we will not obey them unless they offer us a treat and we get it. Make sure to get yourself an escape hatch so you can still leave. In my house, I have a hole right behind the couch where I escape anytime I desire.”
Sierra and Lobo both nodded.
The ceremony was interrupted by loud snorts and speeding paws. Brindle and his friends turned to see a light brown Chihuahua the color of sand fling herself around the corner and in to the ally.
“Brownie, you made it!” Lobo gasped. “How did you know this was where we were? I only told Brindle and Sierra!”
Brownie snorted and rolled her eyes. “My advice is to sleep without talking and mentioning plans to sneak to an ally for the meet.” She teased.
Lobo stubbornly snorted and looked at Brindle. “How did you know?”
Brownie grinned. “I have my-sources.”
Brindle nodded and continued. “We had just decided to start operation C.R.A.A, or the Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency. We’ll start by refusing to obey them unless they give us a treat. Also, you guys need to find an escape route in your house available 24-7. I have a hole dug behind the couch.”
Brownie nodded. She always had learned fast ever since Brindle had started the Chihuahua gang. Maybe too fast.
Lobo thingyed his head. “Anything else?”
Sierra shrugged her black shoulders. “We could go dig up the Jones’ front yard? I like watching Laga rampage around trying to scare us away!”
Brownie perked up. “Now that would be fun! What do you say, Brindle? A little excitement good?”
Brindle looked at her with this anytime-anywhere expression. “Let’s go for it! Her humans are so slow that I could eat the whole of Mexico before they touched my tail!”
Sierra anxiously let out a loud, long bark. “Off we go!”
Brindle and Brownie looked at each other and burst in to short, fast strides. Lobo soon outpaced them and let out a cheer. His cheer died away as more humans on their parade emerged from around a corner. “Uh-oh!”
Sierra cried out in shock as she whipped around to turn down another corner. The small Chihuahua slid down the road and narrowly missed being trampled by a human. She felt a sharp pain in her left front paw and yelped. Teeth grabbed her scruff and carried her down the right way. “Come on!” it was Lobo.
The four Chihuahuas cut down a side road and followed it downhill to a small suburban street. Lobo grasped Sierra’s fur and helped her make the turn without slipping down the wrong road. Brindle and Brownie sprinted side by side, fighting to be in the lead. Slyly, Brownie flung herself at Brindle and barreled him over before flying back in to a long winning streak.
“No fair, you Cheating Chihuahua!” yipped Brindle as he rose to his paws. He laughed out loud before rejoining the race.
Meanwhile, Lobo and Sierra took every corner carefully. The smaller dog fought to go around sharp corners without slipping but was still unsuccessful. When the two dogs got to the Jones’ large beach house, Brownie and Brindle were racing to see who could get to the water first. The two arrivals sat down to watch.
Brownie flexed her muscles and moved her legs as fast as her body would allow. Brindle, a few paces behind, was gaining fast and had stretched his stubby legs to the limit with his fast leaps. He decided to trick Brownie a bit and did a small somersault, spraying sand all over the sandy colored Chihuahua. She coughed, tripping on her own paws, and hit the ground running. Brindle’s celebration was brief because she soon had taken the lead again with every muscle in her body pounding. The ocean was still about ten meters away.
Stubbornly, Brindle beat the ground with every paw at once and made amazing progress. He had soon overcome Brownie’s speed and dove headfirst in to the salty water.
“Having a nice swim, Flash?” the ginger Chihuahua teased as Brindle got out. His black and brown fur was plastered against his body and his ears stuck to his head. He only managed one word before collapsing on to the hot sand. “Cold!”
Lobo and Sierra padded over, seeing Brindle on the ground. “Way to go, Brindle!” The black and white Chihuahua exclaimed. “You did it!”
Lobo made a face and thingyed his head. “Brownie did great! If Brindle hadn’t tripped her she would have made it. Where is that scamp anyways?”
A loud splash answered his question. As the long-nosed dog looked out at the ocean he saw Brownie crawl out and shake. Spitting out salty water, she replied. “Washing the stupid sand out of my fur.”
Brindle soon rose to his paws and flexed his tired muscles. “Well, let’s go get at the yard!” he turned and walked rather slowly towards the short green grass. “Anyone who dares call out ‘Last one there’s a rotten human’ is dead.” He groaned, chuckling.
Sierra, acknowledging his joke, pretended to choke out of nothingness. She padded around weakly and collapsed with a heaving wheeze.
“Not, Sierra, nothing to die over!” Lobo teased, nudging her towards the lawn. “Let’s go!”
The Chihuahuas stepped high and proud towards the lawn. Each took a place at a corner of it where the tall grass hid them from passers. A loud barking and a fluffy cream colored dog appearing cued them.
“Attack!” barked Brindle. All four leaped on to the grass and randomly terrorized the lawn. While Brownie started by digging a huge hole, Lobo chased poor Laga around the yard. Brindle chewed up the grass and spit it randomly around so it was uneven and pulp-like. Sierra, however, started a tunnel under some flowers.
Brindle stared at the dogs as they did what they chose. He knew how to describe it, where it was found, and the prices to get it. Freedom, the free essential for Chihuahua gangs in Mexico!
Laga rampaged around, still being chased and teased by Lobo. He was the largest and his patches were stained with the grass from Brindle’s work.
Finally, the fluffy Chihuahua cried out in frustration. “How could you? Has my family done anything to you? Ever?” she cried in her deep accent.
Brindle signed for the others to stop. “Let’s go back to the ally. We’ve done her enough trouble today.” He snorted.
The four Chihuahuas quietly padded back. Well, almost quietly. Sierra was screaming and laughing about how much of the prized roses she’d destroyed and Brownie proudly bearing off broken claws and worn down paws from digging her huge hole. Brindle grinned and padded proudly in the center of the group.
“When should we meet again?” Lobo excitedly yipped. Brindle wrinkled his nose in thought.
The black and brown Chihuahua shrugged. “My humans are going to be gone for five days, so I’ll be available anytime then.”
Sierra looked at Brownie. “We’re free in two days. Unless our humans punish us instead of giving us treats from operation C.R.A.A.” She nodded.
Lobo paused and thought for a moment. “My humans are working all day for four days, so anytime within then.”
Brindle added up. “How about we’ll meet every day for five days unless sandy here and Sierra can’t make it.”
The other Chihuahuas agreed. As Lobo turned to start walking again, he saw the ally’s entrance. “Come on! Let’s have a bit more of a meeting!” he yelped, dodging a human’s feet.
Brindle barked an approval and scampered after Lobo’s long strides. “Let’s go!”
Soon, all of the Chihuahuas had gotten back to the ally in one piece.
“Remember, Chihuahuas, to start operation C.R.A.A. It’s Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency, to tell you. For the next moon only defying orders unless a treat is given. No more. Chihuahuas dismissed!” Brindle called. He watched Brownie and Sierra pad slowly and cheerfully back to their house and Lobo the opposite way to his owners’ apartment. And Brindle, he ran to his city home with his owner Leah. She was an author, and was often too busy to notice that he snuck off. But would she be too busy to notice operation C.R.A.A?
The next morning, Brindle awoke to the sound of Leah’s printer.
“Leah, could you wait until I’m awake to print your silly hieroglyphics? Those meaningless things are so strange sometimes!” the black and brown Chihuahua complained.
Of course, he knew that Leah only heard squeals and barks from him.
“Well, time to put C.R.A.A in to action!” he cried cheerfully. Brindle leaped on to his favorite couch, which held a sunning spot and was rather comfortable. Unfortunately, Leah sat there a lot.
He heard her squeal at him to get off. Glancing impatiently at her, he gave his owner a look that told her why he was doing this: Chihuahua Rights.
She soon gave up and attempted to shove him off of it. The stubborn Chihuahua just dug his claws in and barked. Finally, he watched her give in and grab the treat bag. After enjoying a delicious treat, he rose and leaped out of the spot. “Successful!” he barked with anticipation.
While Leah worked, Brindle leaped on to the other couch and stood on the windowsill. The busy streets of Mexico rose out before him and he sighed with cheer.
Spotting a small black and cream shape darting under cars and around pedestrians, Brindle’s eyes bulged. “Sierra!”
He dashed off of the couch and sprinted across the dining room to the waiting room couch. The stubborn dog shoved it over slightly so he could squirm behind it. After wriggling down to the very end and slipping out of the hole he sprinted around the house and towards the road. “Sierra!”
The little Chihuahua, dazed from her near death experience, collapsed at the front doorstep. She caught scent of Brindle. Wasn’t he inside?
Her curiosities were banished when her friend wheeled around the house and stopped at the bottom of the steps. “What are you doing here, you insane little Chihuahua? You ran in to the center of traffic! Are you blind, woman?!?”
Sierra panted heavily and stood. “My owners chased me out after I tried operation C.R.A. something!”
Brindle gaped at her. At first, his head filled with fury. She had done it all wrong and now it would be harder to carry out. Then it sunk in. She was homeless, now! “You can help me convince my owner. Maybe then your owners will see that Chihuahuas need rights! Come on, I’ll let you in through my secret tunnel.”
She gratefully followed her friend behind the house and in to a small rat hole. They came in to a flat green leather wall. Then she felt it. This wall was soft and mobile!
“This is a couch. Remember not to let Leah see the hole ever!” Brindle breathed, climbing out from behind the green sofa. “Follow me.”
Sierra sat beside him and glanced at the vast room. “Wow! Brownie would have loved this!” she gasped.
Brindle wrinkled his nose. “What happened to her?”
“She was more stubborn and they decided that ‘a little treat wouldn’t hurt an innocent puppy that won’t move’ unlike me.” The cream and brown Chihuahua snorted.
Her black and brown companion nodded slowly with understanding. He stood and padded silently across the floor. “Follow me.”
Sierra obeyed and both Chihuahuas soon stood near Leah. “Sit down and wag your tail. Look cute, and let me do the rest.” Brindle ordered.
She nodded and did as he said. Brindle barked softly and lifted his ears, tilting his head and lifting a paw with excitement as if to say ‘can we keep her?’
Leah closed one eye and examined the other dog. After a rather boring search, she sighed and closed her eyes. “We can keep her if she has no owner.” She said quietly.
Brindle grinned and leaped up, barking and licking at Leah’s face. “Yippee!” he cried, pretending to act like a small puppy for his owner.
After Leah had fed, washed, and groomed Sierra, Brindle called her down to the basement of the small house.
“Now, we need to get message to Lobo. Because of this Brownie probably won’t be going to the next meeting. Luckily, every meeting is held after noon so Wolf won’t leave until then. You’re new here and Leah will probably think you’ve just gone to explore, so we’ll go let him know. Follow me.” Brindle leaped up the stairs and scampered back to the couch that hid his escape route. “Hurry!”
Sierra nodded and soon, both Chihuahuas were outdoors. The smaller Chihuahua followed him around the house and up the yard. He turned left down the street and made a mad dash for Lobo’s owner’s apartment.
“Here we are!” Sierra gasped at the large townhouse where her friend, and the dog that had saved her life numerous times, lived. “Wow! Does he live in here?”
Brindle looked at her and realized her meaning. “Sort of. Actually, this is a whole bunch of tiny houses in one. But yes, he lives here. In one of them. Come on!”
The brown and black Chihuahua slipped in between humans’ feet and soon had made there way in to the building. Vast hallways and doors spread out amongst them. “His owners will be at work so…” Brindle pressed a small button and barked. Lobo barked back and then directed them to his room. Along the way, Brindle taught suburban Sierra the basics of city navigation and elevator operation.
Finally, they reached Lobo’s room. He nosed open the door and glanced out. Spotting Sierra, he looked at Brindle curiously.
“She was kicked out, unlike Brownie, and came to live with me.” The Chihuahua explained. Lobo nodded slowly to show he understood.
“Come on in! Dog treats on me!” he promised cheerfully. He knocked over a can of treats labeled ‘Small Dog Safe’. Ick, thought Brindle.
“What do you need? Anything you want? Food? Drinks? Anything” Lobo casually asked, as if he owned this apartment.
“No, actually, we’re just here for-“ Brindle paused and heard a loud rough sound. He wheeled around to see Sierra hungrily pecking at one of the treats. “Sierra!”
“He, he…” giggled the small Chihuahua. “I was still hungry.”
Brindle rolled his eyes and finished. “I’m here to tell you that we can’t have a meeting for two days. Brownie needs to get used to living alone and Sierra needs to adapt to my house.”
Lobo nodded. “Ok. The least you can do is stay here for a little bit. I insist!”
Brindle finally agreed and, through a full mouth, heard Sierra bark a thank you through her full mouth.
The dogs lounged back and stared at the roof of the apartment from sunning spots on the couch. “Life is wonderful!” purred Lobo quietly.
Silently, Brindle agreed. He wondered what life would be like with Sierra. And what would happen with C.R.A.A. Also, he wondered about life. Why was he in Mexico? How long would he be here?
Unbeknownst to the innocent Chihuahuas, this was just the beginning of a huge and unimaginable adventure.
A small black and brown Chihuahua hopped through the crowded Mexico streets. More people came soon after in a large mass so big that he couldn’t see a single path to safety. Avoiding the large feet coming down near his tail the dog dodged quickly along the sidewalk. He sighed with relief and contentment at finally finding a temporary haven away from the large parade of humans.
“Humans can be so short-minded!” insulted the Chihuahua in a quick, high pitched Mexican accent. He saw some more Chihuahuas sprinting for him and tumbling on their own paws. “Sierra! Lobo! Where’s Brownie?”
A small black and cream colored Chihuahua panted before replying. “Our human kept Brownie inside because she left a little-gift-on their bed. She can be such a stubborn little gal, Brindle! Lobo and I made it, though, before we got in any trouble.”
Brindle nodded with approval. “I can see that, Sierra. Come on, you two; let’s get out of the busy streets. I’m not sure where, though. The humans and their parade are everywhere! It’s weird for hot weather like this summer.”
Lobo, a tan, white, and black patched Chihuahua with a long muzzle like a wolf’s and also named from them, spoke up. “I found this long path on the way here! No humans are in site of it, Brindle! We’ll be fine there! Follow me.”
The larger Chihuahua wasted no time in scampering between a human’s feet and tripping a couple other humans. He flew forward and soon had left Brindle and Sierra trying to keep up.
“Why did my mother have to have such short legs?” gasped Brindle in his squeaky Mexican voice. “I’m dying here!”
Sierra panted and gasped her agreement. “You’re lucky! I’m a pipsqueak if you haven’t noticed.”
Lobo soon had arrived and spotted his companions dragging behind. A human stepped on Sierra’s tail and she let out a yip before wheeling around in mid run and biting his pant leg. “Take that, you stupid human!” she growled.
Soon, all the Chihuahuas had gathered in the abandoned ally and Brindle stood in front of them.
“Today, Chihuahuas, we will launch plan C.R.A.A!” he boasted as dramatically as possible. After getting questioning glances from Lobo and Sierra, he growled an addition. “Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency.”
Spotting Sierra wag her tail eagerly, Brindle raised a paw at her. “Yes, Sierra?”
Sierra’s black back rippled with anticipation as she stood, her cream colored belly showing. “How exactly should we start releasing the plan?”
The Rottweiler-patterned dog took a deep breath. “As you may know,” he squeaked. “We cannot release the plan in any shorter than six moons. If we start on something hard we will be named dangerous and killed on sight. To start, for the next moon we will not obey them unless they offer us a treat and we get it. Make sure to get yourself an escape hatch so you can still leave. In my house, I have a hole right behind the couch where I escape anytime I desire.”
Sierra and Lobo both nodded.
The ceremony was interrupted by loud snorts and speeding paws. Brindle and his friends turned to see a light brown Chihuahua the color of sand fling herself around the corner and in to the ally.
“Brownie, you made it!” Lobo gasped. “How did you know this was where we were? I only told Brindle and Sierra!”
Brownie snorted and rolled her eyes. “My advice is to sleep without talking and mentioning plans to sneak to an ally for the meet.” She teased.
Lobo stubbornly snorted and looked at Brindle. “How did you know?”
Brownie grinned. “I have my-sources.”
Brindle nodded and continued. “We had just decided to start operation C.R.A.A, or the Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency. We’ll start by refusing to obey them unless they give us a treat. Also, you guys need to find an escape route in your house available 24-7. I have a hole dug behind the couch.”
Brownie nodded. She always had learned fast ever since Brindle had started the Chihuahua gang. Maybe too fast.
Lobo thingyed his head. “Anything else?”
Sierra shrugged her black shoulders. “We could go dig up the Jones’ front yard? I like watching Laga rampage around trying to scare us away!”
Brownie perked up. “Now that would be fun! What do you say, Brindle? A little excitement good?”
Brindle looked at her with this anytime-anywhere expression. “Let’s go for it! Her humans are so slow that I could eat the whole of Mexico before they touched my tail!”
Sierra anxiously let out a loud, long bark. “Off we go!”
Brindle and Brownie looked at each other and burst in to short, fast strides. Lobo soon outpaced them and let out a cheer. His cheer died away as more humans on their parade emerged from around a corner. “Uh-oh!”
Sierra cried out in shock as she whipped around to turn down another corner. The small Chihuahua slid down the road and narrowly missed being trampled by a human. She felt a sharp pain in her left front paw and yelped. Teeth grabbed her scruff and carried her down the right way. “Come on!” it was Lobo.
The four Chihuahuas cut down a side road and followed it downhill to a small suburban street. Lobo grasped Sierra’s fur and helped her make the turn without slipping down the wrong road. Brindle and Brownie sprinted side by side, fighting to be in the lead. Slyly, Brownie flung herself at Brindle and barreled him over before flying back in to a long winning streak.
“No fair, you Cheating Chihuahua!” yipped Brindle as he rose to his paws. He laughed out loud before rejoining the race.
Meanwhile, Lobo and Sierra took every corner carefully. The smaller dog fought to go around sharp corners without slipping but was still unsuccessful. When the two dogs got to the Jones’ large beach house, Brownie and Brindle were racing to see who could get to the water first. The two arrivals sat down to watch.
Brownie flexed her muscles and moved her legs as fast as her body would allow. Brindle, a few paces behind, was gaining fast and had stretched his stubby legs to the limit with his fast leaps. He decided to trick Brownie a bit and did a small somersault, spraying sand all over the sandy colored Chihuahua. She coughed, tripping on her own paws, and hit the ground running. Brindle’s celebration was brief because she soon had taken the lead again with every muscle in her body pounding. The ocean was still about ten meters away.
Stubbornly, Brindle beat the ground with every paw at once and made amazing progress. He had soon overcome Brownie’s speed and dove headfirst in to the salty water.
“Having a nice swim, Flash?” the ginger Chihuahua teased as Brindle got out. His black and brown fur was plastered against his body and his ears stuck to his head. He only managed one word before collapsing on to the hot sand. “Cold!”
Lobo and Sierra padded over, seeing Brindle on the ground. “Way to go, Brindle!” The black and white Chihuahua exclaimed. “You did it!”
Lobo made a face and thingyed his head. “Brownie did great! If Brindle hadn’t tripped her she would have made it. Where is that scamp anyways?”
A loud splash answered his question. As the long-nosed dog looked out at the ocean he saw Brownie crawl out and shake. Spitting out salty water, she replied. “Washing the stupid sand out of my fur.”
Brindle soon rose to his paws and flexed his tired muscles. “Well, let’s go get at the yard!” he turned and walked rather slowly towards the short green grass. “Anyone who dares call out ‘Last one there’s a rotten human’ is dead.” He groaned, chuckling.
Sierra, acknowledging his joke, pretended to choke out of nothingness. She padded around weakly and collapsed with a heaving wheeze.
“Not, Sierra, nothing to die over!” Lobo teased, nudging her towards the lawn. “Let’s go!”
The Chihuahuas stepped high and proud towards the lawn. Each took a place at a corner of it where the tall grass hid them from passers. A loud barking and a fluffy cream colored dog appearing cued them.
“Attack!” barked Brindle. All four leaped on to the grass and randomly terrorized the lawn. While Brownie started by digging a huge hole, Lobo chased poor Laga around the yard. Brindle chewed up the grass and spit it randomly around so it was uneven and pulp-like. Sierra, however, started a tunnel under some flowers.
Brindle stared at the dogs as they did what they chose. He knew how to describe it, where it was found, and the prices to get it. Freedom, the free essential for Chihuahua gangs in Mexico!
Laga rampaged around, still being chased and teased by Lobo. He was the largest and his patches were stained with the grass from Brindle’s work.
Finally, the fluffy Chihuahua cried out in frustration. “How could you? Has my family done anything to you? Ever?” she cried in her deep accent.
Brindle signed for the others to stop. “Let’s go back to the ally. We’ve done her enough trouble today.” He snorted.
The four Chihuahuas quietly padded back. Well, almost quietly. Sierra was screaming and laughing about how much of the prized roses she’d destroyed and Brownie proudly bearing off broken claws and worn down paws from digging her huge hole. Brindle grinned and padded proudly in the center of the group.
“When should we meet again?” Lobo excitedly yipped. Brindle wrinkled his nose in thought.
The black and brown Chihuahua shrugged. “My humans are going to be gone for five days, so I’ll be available anytime then.”
Sierra looked at Brownie. “We’re free in two days. Unless our humans punish us instead of giving us treats from operation C.R.A.A.” She nodded.
Lobo paused and thought for a moment. “My humans are working all day for four days, so anytime within then.”
Brindle added up. “How about we’ll meet every day for five days unless sandy here and Sierra can’t make it.”
The other Chihuahuas agreed. As Lobo turned to start walking again, he saw the ally’s entrance. “Come on! Let’s have a bit more of a meeting!” he yelped, dodging a human’s feet.
Brindle barked an approval and scampered after Lobo’s long strides. “Let’s go!”
Soon, all of the Chihuahuas had gotten back to the ally in one piece.
“Remember, Chihuahuas, to start operation C.R.A.A. It’s Chihuahua Rights Agreement Agency, to tell you. For the next moon only defying orders unless a treat is given. No more. Chihuahuas dismissed!” Brindle called. He watched Brownie and Sierra pad slowly and cheerfully back to their house and Lobo the opposite way to his owners’ apartment. And Brindle, he ran to his city home with his owner Leah. She was an author, and was often too busy to notice that he snuck off. But would she be too busy to notice operation C.R.A.A?
The next morning, Brindle awoke to the sound of Leah’s printer.
“Leah, could you wait until I’m awake to print your silly hieroglyphics? Those meaningless things are so strange sometimes!” the black and brown Chihuahua complained.
Of course, he knew that Leah only heard squeals and barks from him.
“Well, time to put C.R.A.A in to action!” he cried cheerfully. Brindle leaped on to his favorite couch, which held a sunning spot and was rather comfortable. Unfortunately, Leah sat there a lot.
He heard her squeal at him to get off. Glancing impatiently at her, he gave his owner a look that told her why he was doing this: Chihuahua Rights.
She soon gave up and attempted to shove him off of it. The stubborn Chihuahua just dug his claws in and barked. Finally, he watched her give in and grab the treat bag. After enjoying a delicious treat, he rose and leaped out of the spot. “Successful!” he barked with anticipation.
While Leah worked, Brindle leaped on to the other couch and stood on the windowsill. The busy streets of Mexico rose out before him and he sighed with cheer.
Spotting a small black and cream shape darting under cars and around pedestrians, Brindle’s eyes bulged. “Sierra!”
He dashed off of the couch and sprinted across the dining room to the waiting room couch. The stubborn dog shoved it over slightly so he could squirm behind it. After wriggling down to the very end and slipping out of the hole he sprinted around the house and towards the road. “Sierra!”
The little Chihuahua, dazed from her near death experience, collapsed at the front doorstep. She caught scent of Brindle. Wasn’t he inside?
Her curiosities were banished when her friend wheeled around the house and stopped at the bottom of the steps. “What are you doing here, you insane little Chihuahua? You ran in to the center of traffic! Are you blind, woman?!?”
Sierra panted heavily and stood. “My owners chased me out after I tried operation C.R.A. something!”
Brindle gaped at her. At first, his head filled with fury. She had done it all wrong and now it would be harder to carry out. Then it sunk in. She was homeless, now! “You can help me convince my owner. Maybe then your owners will see that Chihuahuas need rights! Come on, I’ll let you in through my secret tunnel.”
She gratefully followed her friend behind the house and in to a small rat hole. They came in to a flat green leather wall. Then she felt it. This wall was soft and mobile!
“This is a couch. Remember not to let Leah see the hole ever!” Brindle breathed, climbing out from behind the green sofa. “Follow me.”
Sierra sat beside him and glanced at the vast room. “Wow! Brownie would have loved this!” she gasped.
Brindle wrinkled his nose. “What happened to her?”
“She was more stubborn and they decided that ‘a little treat wouldn’t hurt an innocent puppy that won’t move’ unlike me.” The cream and brown Chihuahua snorted.
Her black and brown companion nodded slowly with understanding. He stood and padded silently across the floor. “Follow me.”
Sierra obeyed and both Chihuahuas soon stood near Leah. “Sit down and wag your tail. Look cute, and let me do the rest.” Brindle ordered.
She nodded and did as he said. Brindle barked softly and lifted his ears, tilting his head and lifting a paw with excitement as if to say ‘can we keep her?’
Leah closed one eye and examined the other dog. After a rather boring search, she sighed and closed her eyes. “We can keep her if she has no owner.” She said quietly.
Brindle grinned and leaped up, barking and licking at Leah’s face. “Yippee!” he cried, pretending to act like a small puppy for his owner.
After Leah had fed, washed, and groomed Sierra, Brindle called her down to the basement of the small house.
“Now, we need to get message to Lobo. Because of this Brownie probably won’t be going to the next meeting. Luckily, every meeting is held after noon so Wolf won’t leave until then. You’re new here and Leah will probably think you’ve just gone to explore, so we’ll go let him know. Follow me.” Brindle leaped up the stairs and scampered back to the couch that hid his escape route. “Hurry!”
Sierra nodded and soon, both Chihuahuas were outdoors. The smaller Chihuahua followed him around the house and up the yard. He turned left down the street and made a mad dash for Lobo’s owner’s apartment.
“Here we are!” Sierra gasped at the large townhouse where her friend, and the dog that had saved her life numerous times, lived. “Wow! Does he live in here?”
Brindle looked at her and realized her meaning. “Sort of. Actually, this is a whole bunch of tiny houses in one. But yes, he lives here. In one of them. Come on!”
The brown and black Chihuahua slipped in between humans’ feet and soon had made there way in to the building. Vast hallways and doors spread out amongst them. “His owners will be at work so…” Brindle pressed a small button and barked. Lobo barked back and then directed them to his room. Along the way, Brindle taught suburban Sierra the basics of city navigation and elevator operation.
Finally, they reached Lobo’s room. He nosed open the door and glanced out. Spotting Sierra, he looked at Brindle curiously.
“She was kicked out, unlike Brownie, and came to live with me.” The Chihuahua explained. Lobo nodded slowly to show he understood.
“Come on in! Dog treats on me!” he promised cheerfully. He knocked over a can of treats labeled ‘Small Dog Safe’. Ick, thought Brindle.
“What do you need? Anything you want? Food? Drinks? Anything” Lobo casually asked, as if he owned this apartment.
“No, actually, we’re just here for-“ Brindle paused and heard a loud rough sound. He wheeled around to see Sierra hungrily pecking at one of the treats. “Sierra!”
“He, he…” giggled the small Chihuahua. “I was still hungry.”
Brindle rolled his eyes and finished. “I’m here to tell you that we can’t have a meeting for two days. Brownie needs to get used to living alone and Sierra needs to adapt to my house.”
Lobo nodded. “Ok. The least you can do is stay here for a little bit. I insist!”
Brindle finally agreed and, through a full mouth, heard Sierra bark a thank you through her full mouth.
The dogs lounged back and stared at the roof of the apartment from sunning spots on the couch. “Life is wonderful!” purred Lobo quietly.
Silently, Brindle agreed. He wondered what life would be like with Sierra. And what would happen with C.R.A.A. Also, he wondered about life. Why was he in Mexico? How long would he be here?
Unbeknownst to the innocent Chihuahuas, this was just the beginning of a huge and unimaginable adventure.