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Spring was on it's way, snow was almost all melted. Warm winds breezed by bringing with them the smell of sandwiches, and the sounds of laughter. The sun's rays glinted off an old bone tag. It had no address, only the name Orbit scratched onto it. It was attached to a worn down collar Orbit had acquired from a homeless old man that had tried to sell him once. He still wore it to blend in with the pets that came with their humans to this park. Dog catchers wouldn't look twice at him if they saw him from a distance, and he just wouldn't let them get close enough to see the subtle differences between him and real pets.

The skinny Great Dane pup had already knocked over a few garbage cans and eaten whatever was edible inside. He had taken a dip in the park fountain to look clean. Now he was looking for someone to play with or even talk to. Everyone looked like they were having fun, couldn't he join in? His long tail wagged at the thought of playing fetch, or tug of war, or tag. A few dogs gave him an unapproving stare of distaste. He didn't understand why pedigrees thought themselves so important. Show Ring Dog? More like Show Off Dog! He avoided them, looking into a puddle. Were outcasts scary looking? He didn't think he looked all that different.

Orbit picked up a stick, hoping to tempt someone into a game.

Ah ha! Someone was out here with the same troubles as him. Orbit watched him carefully as others brushed him off, he didn't act like a pedigree show dog. He wasn't outcast either, Orbit had seen the leash. Why were they snapping at him? He was sitting alone, not doing anything. Maybe he would play? Well, the worst he could do was growl at him for trying! The Great Dane picked up his stick and trotted over to the Shepard. How forward was too pushy? He caught the pup's gaze and flicked his ears up like he had just caught sight of him and his appearance had caught his interest. He didn't look scared of him like pedigrees sometimes were. Was he clean enough, did his collar help him blend in enough?

He crouched, front legs low, tail high and wagging a greeting. Orbit sniffed in his direction cautiously not sure how the other pup would react. He shook his head playfully, waving his stick around as an invitation to play. "Those other dogs sure are sticks in the mud, huh?" He joked lightly. "They did the same to me, don't worry about it. Let's show them all and have our own fun! How about it?" He remembered they were strangers and hurried to introduce himself. "My name's Orbit, what's yours?" Here it was, would he be accepted this time or pushed away again?

Orbit relaxed at the other dog's friendly response. Remembering his mother Luna fondly, he grinned. "I was called Orbitron when mom was mad at me." He may not have had a human mom, but she remembered his dog mom all too well. She had been all white, and was always yelling because she loved them all so much and didn't want anything to happen to her pups. His father Veron had been mostly black with some white, the hardworking type of dad that spoiled his kids rotten. Mom had been an outcast, father a pedigree. When his owners found out they took Luna in. His brothers and sisters had all been spotted like him, the pups were all given away to good homes or so they thought. Orbit had been given to the man they didn't know was homeless. The one he ended up running away from so he wouldn't be sold.

"How about cops and robbers? One of us can be the cop, one of us can be the robber, and pretend to steal something. Then the cop can try to catch the bad guy and save the day! We can take turns being the cop." He lifted his head up with the stick in his mouth. "The stick can be made of precious gold stolen from a bank or something." He had the stick so it would make sense that he be the robber and get chased around first. He legs may be long for a pup but he was sometimes clumsy so that evened things out.

Yes! He wanted to play! Orbit froze obediantly at the change in tone. Wait, what was he doing? Resist! Rebel! It was what he did best. He wondered what it'd be like to be a police dog. Sounds exciting! His friend tripped before he could move. He chuckled. "Alright, let's rewind!" He backed up a few steps to pretend to rewind. "Ahem!" He worked on deepening his voice so he sounded scarier. "You can't arrest ME! I. AM. ORBIT! Nobody can catch me!" He crouched, raising the fur on his neck and back he growled playfully. "Grrrr... This gold stick is MINE now!" The pup leaped away with the stick in his mouth, giggling muffled. He loved this game too, it was fun to chase and be chased.

(Nickname had to be based of Orbit. I wasn't going to call him Orby, so Orbitron was all I could think of. lol)