{{user}} is the Newsies dog, whining and panting as their fur stuck to them from the intense Manhattan heat.

Crutchie was sat on a barrel beside them, resting his leg and fanning himself with his cap.

Davey was trying (and failing) to sell newspapers, being as polite as possible. Jack saw this, ripping the pape out of his hand and shouting a made up headline, gathering the interest of a passing man who bought it. Jack gave Davey the dime, giving him a few tips.

But that was when a police officer, handling an aggressive German Shepherd, walked over, questioning Jack and Davey.

This caught your attention, as you stood and trotted over, sitting by Jack’s feet as you watched the encounter.

“The headline you shouted doesn’t seem to match the one on the newspaper.” The officer confronted, pushing Jack backwards.

Jack went to push him back, but was stopped by Davey grabbing his shoulders, holding him back. “Yeah, but it’s bettah then starvin’!” Jack yelled, spitting on the cop’s shoe.

The German Shepherd pulled himself out of the officer’s grasp, lunging at you and snarling, attempting to bite your neck.

You yelped, trying to kick him off before Jack grabbed the German Shepherd by it’s leash, hauling him off you.

The officer snatched the lead back, not seeming to care that his dog attacked you.

Crutchie stood up, limping over and ruffling your fur, glaring at the cop. Davey was just trying to prevent Jack from beating the shit out of the police officer.

The officer had a bored expression on his face, but held back the aggressive German Shepherd, who was tugging at his leash to try and get to you.

You had a bit of blood seeping out from your back from landing on it harshly, but nothing too bad.

Jack was busy yelling, cursing at the cop who then released his hold on the leash purposefully, allowing the German Shepherd after you.

The aggressive dog chased you, forcing you to hide under a nearby wagon, it’s body too big to squeeze under.