golden boys

Bright and early with the rising sun, he plodded through the Warrens in search of his doppleganger brother. In many ways they were eerily similar looking, though Charlie wore far more white in his coat. That may well have been the only thing setting them apart in the early days, both being pudgy blond puppies with hints of teal saddles. Today was Charlie's day, where Stratum was going to take the other boy on an adventure of some sort. It had been such a goofy idea, but he thought his siblings had been happy enough to hear his offer at their party. So here he was, padding into his brother's den at sunrise to loom ominously at his bedside.

Standing over his brother, he couldn't help but grin at his own mischief making. "Up! Up! Wake up!" he crowed as loud as he could, bouncing on his toes in preparation to dodge a heavy swipe or kick from his brother. "Charlie! We're going out! Get up!" the young male continued to holler, dancing a few steps back to stand near the door. Tail flagging high over his hips and a doofy grin on his face, he dipped into a play bow. Just because he was doing something nice for his brother, it didn't mean he couldn't be a shithead about it.