After walking and searching for a bit, Rosalind saw a large hole being dug, no doubt by another puppy. She quietly went over, looked down into the hole, and found the puppy who was digging it: a roly-poly, dirt-covered Dalmatian with a dark-yellow collar and a unibrow.

Rosalind's Mind: Perhaps he'd be interested in a geological discussion.

  Diesel looked up from his digging, which startled Rosalind into backing away from the hole. Once she started approaching it again, she saw that he was just spaced-out.

  Rosalind's Mind: Or maybe not.

As she was walking away from the hole, Rosalind spotted a small, chubby Dalmatian who was gnawing on a fallen tree branch. She seemed to be an infant due to lacking any spots.

  Rosalind's Mind: Aww! She seems so sweet and innocent... just like Almondine was... before...

Suddenly, tearful memories began rushing through, and Rosalind quickly dashed away into a bush before anyone could see her starting to cry.