Pongo awoke to the familiar smell of bacon wafting on the air. His eyes shot open and he sprinted to the kitchen to find his master making breakfast. His mouth watered and his tail wagged in anticipation. His master gave him a sleepy smile and tossed him a bit of the delicious, freshly cooked treat. Pongo was so excited, he caught it in midair. His master laughed and carried on cooking. Once his master had finished eating his own meal, he filled Pongo's bowl and left to get dressed. In just a few minutes, they were out the door. The Dalmatian breathed in the cool morning air, ready to start the day.

Pongo had a very important job in his eyes. Daily, he and his master would start their patrol route to the office. He was always diligent in keeping an eye out for particularly suspicious looking squirrels. Although on this day, something was different. There was a strange sound on the air. His ears pricked and he proceeded with caution. He and his master happened across another person. Pongo had heard his master call this particular human "Mayor Mills". Mayor mills was holding something. A loud, squirming, little something in her arms. As they got closer, Pongo noticed how strange it looked; like an ugly, bald puppy.

"Mayor Mills," his master said cheerfully, "Who's this?"

"This is Henry," she replied, an exhausted, but proud, smile on her face.

Just then Henry started wailing even louder and squirming even more than he was previously. Pongo whined in confusion and the little bald puppy's crying slowed to a halt. He stared down at the Dalmatian with his big, shiny eyes. In that moment, Pongo knew he had to protect this helpless little...whatever it was. With that, Pongo reluctantly left Henry and went with his master to the safe house, otherwise known as his master's office.