"I was born with nine siblings- one older than me, Riley, and the rest were younger. They were named Roxy, Raymond, Rachel, Rebecca, Robert, Rex, Rico, and Roe, the evil one, being the youngest. Aside from Roe, who played tricks like nobody's business, I loved my family. I never met either of my parents, though, nor do I remember doing so."

Ricky sighed and whispered something to Rocky. "Ok, ok."

"That was a lie. I remember my parents very clearly, but like Ricky, I was abused by my dad, whose real name I forget. That's the truth. When I was only a few weeks old, though, mom and dad got divorced. Around a month afterwards, a man found us and put us in a shelter~ a place he said we would play and be happy, and that one day someone would take us home. The idea of 'home' puzzled me, but I was excited anyway."

"The day we were put into the shelter, people began to study most of my siblings for their patterns and bright colors. I sulked away sadly, in a corner of the glass cage, huddled into a ball. I spent the next day there until I heard an alarmed bark from Roxy. I looked up to see that Rico was being taken home. I never saw my little brother again after that. Day by day, one by one, we were taken home, until I was the only one left. Roe wasn't taken but he found a way to get out while I was napping. One day, the man who took me to this place picked my up and said I was going to take a very long nap. Knowing what that meant, I struggled out of the man's grip. He grabbed me again. Suddenly, someone screamed, 'Wait!' I turned around to see a small boy with brown, spiked hair. He had three others with him. I thought they were my siblings, but after taking a closer look, they were nothing like my siblings. The boy stepped forwards. 'I'll have that grey one please. The one in your hand. What's his name?' The guy shrugged. 'Ummmm...' The boy thought about this for a minute. 'Roco? Gear? Kyle?.... ROCKY!' My head spun around. 'Come here, Rocky!' I jumped off the man and sprinted towards the boy. He took me to the lookout tower and I became a part of the PAW Patrol."

Spencer looked around. "Who's up?"

A brown labrador smiled and said, "I am."