Discription: Dorothy (The baby puppy) gets her first spot.

Even naptime can be a struggle in the Dalmatian house, with so many puppies requesting an older sibling to avoid getting bad dreams, so it's a fairly common occurrence that Dolly and Dylan end up squished against each other in a sea of little ones, not that they mind though. Dolly makes the most of the limited space, as she is wont to do, leaving Dylan with two paws in the back and almost no room.

Still. It's almost peaceful, so Dylan slips into a sleep with Dallas, Destiny, and Deja-vu all in various spots on top of him.

That leads to a bit of a massacre when Doug yells down the hall, "SHE'S GOT A EYE PAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTCCCCCHHHH!" and the puppies all stir at once, leaving Dolly and Dylan crushed under many little feet.

"Ow," Dylan whined.

Dolly reluctantly cracked open an eye. "Y'think he means Dorothy?"

"She's old enough to start getting spots," he agreed. That seemed to perk his sister enough to get on her paws. Teeth dug into Dylan's collar, peeling his deflated body from the floor. "Thanks."

"C'mon," she urged. "Let's go see!"

If there was one upside to being big, it was that they didn't have to squeeze through the crowd to see. Especially when Doug proudly set Dorothy on his back and trotted into the hallway with her. The youngest puppy was giggling, eyes closed, and one could just barely make out a gray spot forming over her right eyelid.

Dolly stifled a few giggles at the display, paw to her muzzle. "She looks like you, pops."

"I'm so proud," he blubbered. "Kids, I'm actually gonna cry. I love you all so much."

Dylan leaned over. "He's gonna blow a gasket if she gets his sock paws."

"Cried for a month when I got mine," Dolly replied, studying one with pride