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Storytime: The Puppy Without A Name

Updated on March 4, 2015

What could be better than to write joyful stories for your children? Sharing them with the world! Many popular stories today got their start in this exact way including a Christmas classic, Rudolph.

I wrote this story for my daughter several years ago and just ran across it in my archives and showed it to her again. She encouraged me to submit this for everyone to enjoy.

The Puppy Without A Name

There was a lonely Saint Bernard puppy that had nowhere to go, and no food to eat. When he was only five weeks old, the city dogcatcher had taken his mother away while he hid and watched, not knowing what to do. For three weeks now he had been on his own, searching through trashcans and alleyways for anything that he might be able to eat. He drank from the rainwater that ran down the gutters of the old city buildings. He lived wherever he could find a place to rest.

One day the puppy ran across a big tough looking alley cat, which would not let the pup near his trash can, or down his alley. As the pup looked curiously on at the arched cat that spat down at him, he felt his tummy rumble. Thinking he would get nowhere here, he turned away, walking off hungry and alone. He looked so sad to the big tough cat, but yet he was so darn cute. The cat couldn’t let him just walk away, and hollered after the pup.

“Hey kid,” shouted the alley cat, “I was just doing what comes naturally from having to live out on the streets in a city like this. Dogs and cats aren’t really friends in this world, but you look so irresistibly cute and lonesome, I think I can make an exception this once. How could anyone turn away a face like that?”

“Really?” asked the puppy. He sure was hungry, was this cat going to help him?

“Really kiddo,” replied the gruff cat, “so what’s your name? And why are you here all alone?”

The puppy looked puzzled. He had not ever been given a name.

“Name, I guess I do not have a name,” the puppy spoke sadly, “I do not have any friends and I do not have a home.”

The puppy began to cry.

“No wonder you look so pathetic,” said the big cat, “they all call me Tom.”

“Hello Tom,” muffled the pup through soggy tears.

“Now now little fella, do not worry, big Tom is here. Now if we are going to be pals, you are going to need a name.”

The puppy perked up at the suggestion, “Do you know any names Tom?”

“Sure do,” chuckled Tom, “I know lots of them, but we need to find one that fits you. Looking all harmless and innocent like you do, I just do not think a tough name would be suitable.”

The puppy looked up at Tom.

“Is Tom a tough name?” asked the curious pup.

“Why it most certainly is,” Tom replied as he puffed out his chest, “why you are looking at the roughest, toughest cat in this part of town.”

Two Dogs, One Cat

Suddenly the alley filled with the bark of a massive dog. Booming against the brick walls, the source of the barking must be a huge dog, the size of four normal dogs.

Tom scattered in fright to the top of a nearby fence as the barking came closer. As the dog came into the light where it could be seen, it’s barking turned into laughter.

The puppy had stayed where he was, frozen in fear, unsure what to do.

“Roughest, toughest when no one else is around,” the large dog spoke, “also the first to flee and quick to cower whenever the big dogs are in the neighborhood.”

A mean looking rottweiler mix, black as coal, with one ear torn in two, had stepped forward so the puppy could see who him in the light.

“Hello Tom, you old scaredy-cat, come down here and introduce me to our latest customer.” The big dog appeared to know Tom.

“Hey Mr. Big dog, Tom is my friend and I do not like that you are being rude to him,” the puppy spoke up bravely. “I am sure he is just waiting for the right time to pounce on you.”

“Hey kid, shhhhh,” Tom tried to quiet the little pup.

“You have got a lot of spunk tike, and a lot to learn about the streets,” snorted the big dog. “Old Tom here is not as tough as he appears, he is just mangy. Furthermore, I believe you are a wee bit small to be barking orders around here. So what is your name little tike?”

Tom shouted from atop his perch, “mangy, why you mutt, I will have you know that I am freshly groomed thank you.”

“If you were grooming yourself with old fruit, then I suppose you could call it that,” the canine roared in laughter.

He was right; Tom had pieces of banana peel stuck to his fur. The puppy looked up and laughed at the site of the obviously offended cat.

“Whom are you laughing at kid,” screeched Tom as he leaped down from his position high on the fence. “Good morning to you too Max, you big mean dog.”

Max looked at Tom hungrily, “I would watch your tongue there kitty, I am starving, and a nice fat alley cat like you might go well between two pieces of bread with maybe some, a-hem, CAT-CHUP.”

“Humph,” grunted Tom as he turned his tail to Max, grooming himself where the banana had been.

Finally - A Name

“So tike, I did not catch your name,” Max was speaking to the puppy, but he had started to wander off out of the alley.

“That is thanks for you, wandering off after I scare away the nasty smelling cats,” Max said smiling.

“I will have you know, we cats keep cleaner than you dogs any day,” Tom said in defiance. “Hey kid, where you going, are you not hungry?”

The puppy kept walking; head down, looking sad all over again.

Max ran up to the puppy and nudged him, “hey tike, you all alone out here?”

“Yes sir,” replied the puppy as he kept walking, hanging his head lower. “Seems no one wants to be my friend.”

“Hold on there tike, talk to big Max, maybe he can make things better for you. After all, Tom and I here, well, we are sort of outcasts ourselves, like you. Now what is your name?”

The puppy turned around and sat looking puzzled at Max. Tom was finished cleaning and came to join the two dogs.

“I….I do not have a name. I have never had anybody since I lost my mother, so guess I never needed one.” The puppy choked back his tears, “mama use to call me a little rollie pollie cause she said I looked big and I like to roll around and play a lot.”

“We shall call you Rollie then,” said Max. “How does that sound to you Tom?”

“Ohhh, now he asks for my opinion,” Tom rolled his eyes, “seems kind of scrawny to me behind all that fur, but Rollie it shall be.”

“Thanks for your approval and words of wisdom,” chuckled Max. “From now on tike, we will call you Rollie, that is your new name. How do you like it?”

“Wow, really?” Rollie gasped, “thank you so much Max.”

“Sure thing, so you like it?” asked Max.

“I LOVE IT,” shouted Rollie, “now if only I had some friends and a home.”

Looking somewhat offended, Tom snapped, “what do we look like, chopped liver!?”

“No,” Rollie said innocently, “you look like a cat, and Max looks like a dog.”

“I think Tom is trying to say we are your new friends Rollie,” said Max as he nipped at Tom for his outburst, “and Tom, you need to get rid of that temper, he is just a kid.”

Rollie’s belly began to rumble so loud, all three of them could hear it.

“Seems you need something in your tummy,” said Max, “how does alley cat pie sound to you Rollie?”

Tom looked at the dogs, once again offended by their gestures, and turned his tail towards them both.

“I will go find me some food while you two sit there and play games all day,” Tom puffed as he walked off.

“He just gets like this whenever there is one too many cat jokes, and for him, one is too many,” whispered Max to Rollie.

“Is he mad?” Rollie asked.

“Nah, he is just being Tom, you will see.”

“You two talking behind my back?” snorted Tom back at the dogs.

“Well if you would not keep showing your back to us, then we would not be talking behind you would we,” Max chuckled.

Tom once again looked offended, stuck his nose high up in the air, and continued to walk away.

Rollie rolled on the ground laughing at the big alley cat.

“Come on tike…I mean Rollie, quit rolling around and lets get us some food,” Max sounded hungry, “we may not have our mothers, but we will be just fine as long as we have each other.”

Rollie now had two wonderful new friends, a full belly, and finally, Rollie had a name.

The End


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      chalyn 2 years ago

      thanks dad