The cockapoo sighed. "Ok, ok. Here goes."

"I was born in an ally by Mr Porters. He always fed me and my family, and we loved him for doing so. I can't even remember my dad. I always asked mom about him, and she would turn away and mutter, 'never ever.'"

"For as long as I could remember, I've wanted to fly with the birds, the planes, the clouds, and the helicopters. When I first met Ryder, he had Marshall and Chase. He asked if I wanted to stay for a bit. The week was amazing until my mom found me. She beat Chase to the ground, thinking he took me. 'No mum, don't hurt him,' I cried. I heard Chase whimper and something stabbed my heart internally. Being that I was three months old, I had no idea why. Since then, I have lived here and been the aviator."

Emmy smiled, looking at her mom, then at a certain mixed breed. "Rocky, you're next."

Rocky gulped. Ricky, being the only one who knew anything about Rocky's past, put his arm around Rocky. "It's ok, Unca Rocky." 

Rocky smiled down at his nephew, and Max nodded at Rocky.

"Ok. It all started when I was a kid..."