[ Pickles is padding out of the Barks & Waffles store, looking thoroughly pleased because of the books and food and sees Ichiban. He barks and goes over to him, but then there are shadows that kidnap Ichiban and Pickles into a small dark pocket dimension. Pickles is gone, but Ichiban will now witness the following: ]
Charlton: Part 1[ In London of the 1960s, the traditional close-knit family gradually fell behind the mainstream, while pets started to play a more important role in the bonding between family members. More and more people went into the bustling pet stores to find a fluffy, energetic new member for the family. Compared to all other pets, there is no doubt that the welcoming puppies were the most popular one. They would walk in circle around you while wagging their tails, rub their teeth against your legs, bark to call for the frisbee or ball in your hand. Apparently, no one could resist such temptation.
There are always loners, however, even among the social puppies in the most professional kennel. That black-and-white figure hid himself at the rear of the cage, his eyes piercing through the jagged crimson bars and the busy crowd to reach some corner outside the window which no one noticed. He liked being alone, but he didn't like being lonely. A small puppy barely at a month old sits by himself in the corner of the back of the cage. He thinks about how fast his fellow brethren are taken from the kennels, and his mother eventually left as well. A puppy with no energy would look sick, and no one wanted to adopt a dog that was sick (he wasn't sick). Even then, he found himself at peace that no one would bother him.
"Hey buddy!"
A pair of rough hands interrupted his tranquility. The owner of those hands rubbed his neck and chin intimately as if they were close friends in reunion.
"Look at this little philosopher with deep eyes. You are the most special dog I've ever seen."
He also memorized the face of the man by heart. The man's name was Charlton and as he introduced himself, he carried the small puppy in his hands, cradling him lovingly. The puppy melted into the warmth.
Before he put his front paws onto that grey-and-white window at registration, his friend in red and white shirt just carefully wiped a pair of goggles and put it around him.
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Charlton: Part 1
[ In London of the 1960s, the traditional close-knit family gradually fell behind the mainstream, while pets started to play a more important role in the bonding between family members. More and more people went into the bustling pet stores to find a fluffy, energetic new member for the family. Compared to all other pets, there is no doubt that the welcoming puppies were the most popular one. They would walk in circle around you while wagging their tails, rub their teeth against your legs, bark to call for the frisbee or ball in your hand. Apparently, no one could resist such temptation.There are always loners, however, even among the social puppies in the most professional kennel. That black-and-white figure hid himself at the rear of the cage, his eyes piercing through the jagged crimson bars and the busy crowd to reach some corner outside the window which no one noticed. He liked being alone, but he didn't like being lonely. A small puppy barely at a month old sits by himself in the corner of the back of the cage. He thinks about how fast his fellow brethren are taken from the kennels, and his mother eventually left as well. A puppy with no energy would look sick, and no one wanted to adopt a dog that was sick (he wasn't sick). Even then, he found himself at peace that no one would bother him.
"Hey buddy!"
A pair of rough hands interrupted his tranquility. The owner of those hands rubbed his neck and chin intimately as if they were close friends in reunion.
"Look at this little philosopher with deep eyes. You are the most special dog I've ever seen."
He also memorized the face of the man by heart. The man's name was Charlton and as he introduced himself, he carried the small puppy in his hands, cradling him lovingly. The puppy melted into the warmth.
Before he put his front paws onto that grey-and-white window at registration, his friend in red and white shirt just carefully wiped a pair of goggles and put it around him.
"Name... I'll call you Pickles!"
It was an ordinary day, until now. ]