After taking some time to process her emotions, Rosalind popped out of the bush and continued walking until she ended up at the skatepark, where an older female Dalmatian was practicing on her board with a Pomeranian and a Rottweiler watching in awe, and a noticeably smaller male Dalmatian wearing red headphones was playing music from a keyboard.

However, the pup who really captured Rosalind's attention was a male Dalmatian who had a red wheelchair in place of his hind legs and was enthusiastically cheering on the older Dalmatian (while also performing some moves of his own).

Delgado: She rides so fast, she's never last! She's the champ who's gonna rock this ramp! Her name is D-O-L-L-Y, and on that board, she's gonna fly!

Snowball: Can't tell if more excited by tricks themselves or wheelchair pup's cheering.

Delgado: What? I so wasn't cheering; that was just moral support!

DJ: Yeah, with a whole lot of tumbling.

Delgado: Only 'cause standing still is super-boring!

This exchange elicited a quiet giggle from a blushing Rosalind.

Rosalind's Mind: He sure seems sporty... and cute...

The young poodle began shakingly making her way over to them, but then the tomboyish Dalmatian rolled right up off the board and landed right in front of Rosalind, who quickly got cold paws and dashed off.

Once she was away from the ramps, Rosalind started turning around to continue her search, only to be startled by the sight of an orange teenage fox standing right in front of her.

Fergus: You're new to this park, aren't ya, Candy Floss?

Rosalind: K-Kind of.

Fergus: Why so nervous? I just came over to welcome you. Pretty great place, this is.

Seeing a wild fox standing so close to her was triggering her hunting-dog instincts, which had only been strengthened by her self-training. The only thing keeping her from tackling and mauling him right then and there was her own willpower and desire to hear him out.

Fergus: Could I perhaps interest you in a little... souvenir?

The teenage fox then held up a pink, diamond-studded collar.

Rosalind: No, thank you.

Fergus: You sure? It's made with real diamonds!

Rosalind: Only if you mean in the geometrical sense, but geologically, those are just plastic.

With that, the blue-furred poodle started walking past the surprised fox. Eventually, she saw a crowd of dogs and humans barking/exclaiming, "Triple-D!"

Not understanding the commotion, Rosalind curiously approached the crowd, and through a few gaps between the many canines and humans, she spotted three identical-looking female Dalmatian puppies, all wearing glittery pink collars with differently-shaped rhinestones: one with hearts, another with diamonds, and the third with X'ed circles. They were all blowing kisses, posing for photos, and signing autographs, with the diamond-wearing girl growling at any humans who tried to "touch the fur."

Rosalind's Mind: Ugh, definitely not. They're just three mini-Victors.