It hadn't truly been long since Scamp had learned the importance of family and safety of home, but it felt like an eternity to the youngster. He had been itching for adventure, but had discovered that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sure the rules around home were a bit oppressive from time to time, but it was nice to be surrounded by family, to be cozy, to be cared for, and to know that the people and dogs he was with were trustworthy. He liked living here, especially now that Angel was here too. Everything was peaceful and calm in this cozy home of theirs in this cozy neighborhood in this cozy town.
Everyone was happy. Scamp's sisters had been becoming friends with Angel, his parents were grateful to her for helping Tramp to rescue Scamp from the pound and to see things the way they are, and the baby was getting a little bit bigger (and he wasn't the only one, Scamp was happy to notice that he and his sisters were a bit bigger as well). Why, a happier home you couldn't make up! It was pretty dull sometimes, and there were days when the growing pup had nothing to do at all except sleep and stare blankly out the window or just talk with his family, but it was home. He preferred it, now that he'd seen the alternative, despite the lack of excitement that abounded.
That's why it was a shock when it happened. He'd been out in the yard, enjoying some quality time with himself, making a general mess--he was still a young dog, after all--but keeping it a little less messy than he would have before, when he overheard something alarming. Or thought he did. Because that couldn't be accurate, could it? He thought he'd heard Jim Dear and Darling discussing a move. They couldn't be planning on leaving this home though, could they? It must have been something else. For a few moments, he tried to continue in his merrymaking, but the idea that it might be true weighed down on him. He remembered what Angel had told him; she had said she'd had five families in the past, and what were the reasons she no longer had them? They either moved, or had a baby or had an allergy. That first one--they had moved--that meant she'd been ditched, left behind, abandoned.
Jim Dear and Darling wouldn't do that to them, would they?
Concerned, Scamp leaped to his paws and tried to shake off some of the dirt from his fur before bounding up the steps and through the doggie door. His parents were napping together near the piano when he trotted over and interrupted their slumber.
"What's going on with the humans?" he demanded, suddenly.
"Calm down, Whirlwind, what's all this about?" Tramp asked sleepily as he looked up at his son.
"I heard them talking about a move. They're not planning on moving are they? This is our home," he replied.
"It's nothing to be worried about, Scamp," Lady informed him, "I'm sure it's just because there's not a lot of room here."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Scamp rebutted, "Did they say that? I don't like it. There's nothing wrong with this house. We have all the room we need."
"Well, maybe our new house will be nicer and bigger. Maybe it will have a bigger yard, too," Tramp theorized.
"Assuming they take us all with them," his son countered.
"Why wouldn't they take us all along?"
"Haven't you listened to Angel's past? She had families move and ditch her before! We're going to be the same, I'll bet!"
"No, Jim Dear and Darling aren't like that, Scamp," Lady murmured, "We don't have to worry about that happening to us."
Scamp scoffed, "Don't be so naïve, mom." Without another word, he stormed away, stamping his paws heavily on the floor as he did, dirt falling off of him to paint a trail as he went. Heavily concerned and deep in thought, he scrunched through the doggie door again and back into the yard. He began to pace for a moment before flopping onto his belly in the grass as he pondered over this new development.
((I hope it's an okay start. I'll edit it if need be.))