#franticpupdeepak

[museswcrm]

@frantic-pup-deepak continued from here.

Poor Deepak. It sounded like he’d really been struggling with this today, and Dolly felt her heart ache for him. Nothing hurt her worse than when her siblings were troubled. Yes she could come off as more than a little uncaring at times, but that simply wasn’t the case.

“Sure I’m sure,” Dolly answered. She’d been a little frustrated the last time, as he’d taken it without asking her first, but that was in the past. Besides, this time she wanted to give it to him. It seemed like it had helped him the last time.

“I’m not using it right now, and besides. You’re my little bro. I wanna help you out,” she said. Then, she nosed the skateboard toward him. It rolled forward in a gentle motion and came to a stop before too long.

“Now let’s see if we can get that zen back.”

[museswcrm]

@frantic-pup-deepak continued from here.

“I-I’m trying...”

Dolly really didn’t want to disappoint this pup. She didn’t want to disappoint any of them while she tried to get her memory back. The process, however, was a slow one because Dawkins and Dylan both had advised against the shortcut methods. She knew her favorite squeaky toy now, and had recognized feelings related to Hansel, but otherwise? Process was slow. Her best guess was that Deepak was a brother.

“We’re probably related, I... I can see that much ‘cause we’re both dalmatians,” she said. “Otherwise? Nothing. I’m sorry...” She lowered herself onto the floor and covered her snout with her paws. It felt so wrong to admit that to Deepak. He didn’t deserve someone in his life who had forgotten everything.

[museswcrm]

@frantic-pup-deepak continued from here.

“Aw...”

“Thanks, little bro,” Dolly said. She enveloped Deepak in a soft hug after a moment. “The family wouldn’t be the same without you being the way you are, either.”