2 Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

We continued talking for a while until Mika came in. "Hey baby, how's our pups doing?" I glanced at Paige, who looked confused when he called them pups, but she didn't say anything. Mika had been referring to them as pups most of the time since I told him that's what my people called our young. He thought it was the cutest thing and that it fit with our rescue, which was named 'Blue's Wildlife Rescue Center' after a wolfdog that Mika had owned growing up.

Dahynael was the first to start, still rubbing the side of his head where he’d hit the floor earlier. “Four? As in… four individual pups? Not, like… one pup with four personalities, right?” I snorted. “Yes, four actual pups, not a pack inside one.” Alek pinched the bridge of his nose like he was solving a math problem that offended him. “That’s eight legs, four tails, possibly sixteen paws, and—oh, no. No. How are we supposed to feed them all? Do they eat at once? Do they come out already hungry?”

It will be a super painful death but at least I don't have to worry anymore. But then I meet things in life. Things that make me don't want to leave this world. Things like my love to my job, my gratitude to my besties for keeping me alive the best they can with all the support, and right now, to watch adorable Pao grow up, wondering if she's gonna resemble Owen even when she's 20. "Pao's having her birthday party next week." "Can you come? Papa says we're gonna have so many minions! Can you come, Tia? Pleaseeeee?" Again, that puppy eyes. Making me weak all over.

Paw patrol is now full blast with Uncle Ezekial dancing around with Lincoln on his shoulder singing the theme song. “I never in a million years thought I’d be at my baby brother's house. With pups dancing around the living room, cartoons blaring and a beautiful woman in the kitchen cooking and laughing with my Luna.” He says as he pats my shoulder, and we just take in the view all around us. “I never in a million years thought this would be my life. Not until she came along.” I say pointing to Monica. With how I have my living room set up I can see the kitchen and the living room perfectly.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

The other members of her patrol were spread out nearby, all of them doing the same thing watching and protecting their Land it was quiet so Melody signalled for the patrol to stand down for a short break resting her head on her paws and closing her eyes briefly with a sigh, ‘I’ll be fully mature soon.’

Everything I wouldn’t usually let her eat. Reg cheered. ‘Pizza party!’ He started up a chant of, ‘Pizza party, pizza party, pizza party!’ to which he shook his paw in the air. It quickly derailed into an out-of-tune version of the Fast Food Song, which he had apparently learnt the entire dance to as well.

Still, when Terry’s eyes met his, his chest tightened. She knelt, slipping bowls inside the kennels. “Good boys,” she murmured, stroking each head in turn. When she reached Popo, she bent lower, pressing her cheek against his fur. Popo wagged his tail proudly. Bantay barked, Tagpi licked her hand, Patsy rubbed against her leg. Then her gaze drifted to Polly. “Polly,” she said softly, as if testing the name again. He lowered his head. His fur was patchy, his skin visible in places where hair never grew back. His bent leg tucked awkwardly beneath him. He wanted to vanish into the shadows.

I don’t really understand what it is because almost half of his explanation was in the form of sound effects but it doesn’t really matter because he seems satisfied with me just flying around making the occasional airplane noise. A few minutes later Maddy and Charlie come in to the room and says, “Ah, I see you’ve been introduced to Paw Patrol. Careful, he’ll suck you into that for hours.” “Oh good, can’t wait.” “She’s being Skye!” Seth says excitedly. “He must like you. Skye is his favourite,” she says with a wink. “Oh wow, I’m honoured,” I say with a grin. At that moment, the front door opens and a woman, who I assume is Maddy’s mom walks in saying, “Who’s car is in front of our house?”

he says as he starts the tv and we sit together to watch paw patrol for the sixth night in a row. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨