Dis: Trust me. I don't own Pokemon---never will.

 ( ) These mean someone's thinking

	                                           ****Growly****
                                                           By: StarrybluMew
                                                                           
                                            ~ Dedicated to my dog, Killer, who 
has always
                                              been there for me, through thick 
and thin~      


The leaves blew silently on the trees as they green grass swayed. The silver 
stars sparkled in the night's dark sky. Ripples stirred in the pond's waters, 
making the picture of the moon blurry. A young boy with dark, lavander hair and 
emerald green eyes playfully picked up another grey stone and threw it at the 
water's surface. The stone skipped gracefully, causing even more ripples, until 
it sunk to the very bottom of the pond's murky  depths. The boy was wearing a 
new black tux with a white napkin sticking out of the tux's upper pocket. His 
pants were black and were as short. His fancy, black shoes were polished and 
matched with his outfit.

The boy looked over at his best friend, his beloved Growlite, with a bright 
smile on his face. The Growlite had orange fur that shinned like the sun in the 
hot savannah and stripes as black as midnight. Underneathe the orange fur, was 
snow white fur that blended in with the puffy clouds during daytime. His eyes 
were a beautiful brown. And his teeth were a dazzling white since the butlers 
brushed his teeth every night.

The lavander haired boy turned to face the pond. He sat down on the grass and 
criss-crossed his legs. Then he patted the patch of grass next to him as a sign 
that his pal could come and sit beside him. "Growl! Growlite!" the Puppy Pokemon 
happily barked as James ran his hand through his soft fur. "Growly," James 
began. "Do you think we'll ever be free?" Growly cocked his head from side to 
side and gave a strange glance at his master. "You know, free from that witch." 
Growly barked happily. James turned around to look at the expression on Growly's 
face, when he heard a sudden yelp come from his best friend. Instead of Growly's 
face, James saw a foot in his face, right where Growly should have been. He 
looked up and saw her--- Jessabelle. She had long, red hair that shinned like 
the sun and blue eyes. She was wearing a white, frilly, dress that touched the 
ground and a white skirt to match. She was wearing fancy, black shoes that 
looked like they had just been neatly polished. "That should teach you, you 
flithy mutt..." Jessabelle cursed. "Now what were you saying about me, James 
dear?" Jessabelle said with the look of pure evil on her face. James gasped. 
"Jessabelle! Why did you kick Growly?!" James demanded. Jessabelle gave a sly, 
fake, smile as she repiled " Why, I didn't want that dumb dog 'sittin in my 
favorite spot." Jessabelle pointed at the patch of grass Growly was sitting on. 
"Right next to you, James."  

"Growly!" James shrieked as he saw spalshing and kicking in his parent's pond. 
Growly's head kept dunking up and down under the water. Being a fire type, and 
still in the puppy stage, Growly didn't know how to swim. Jessabelle saw what 
she had caused and began to walk away slowly. Frantic, James dived into the 
pond. The water was icy cold, but that couldn't stop James from saving Growly. 
Nothing would. Underneathe the water, it was to murky so James couldn't open his 
eyes. The sound of spalshing had finally stopped so James knew that he had to 
hurry if he wanted to save his best friend. He only had one choice left, to open 
his eyes. James knew Growly was under water somewhere, he just didn't know 
where. James opened up his right eye slowly. The water burned Jame's eye so he 
quickly shut it. (Dammit James, hurry up and save him!) James thought to 
himself. Slowly opening up his right eye again, James saw a flash of orange just 
ahead of him before quickly closing his eye. Wasting no time, James reached out 
and yanked Growly up by his orange fur. James came crashing up out of the water 
holding Growly in both arms. Quickly, he got on land and began doing CPR. James 
got on top of Growly's body and placed both of his hands on Growly's chest. 
Then, he began pushing down. " 1, 2, 3," he counted out loud before he put his 
mouth to Growly's. James huffed and puffed. Taking his arm and wiping away dog 
slobber, James began counting "1, 2, 3!" and began breathing in Growly's mouth 
again. James done this one more time. Nothing. Growly just laid there, on the 
ground, soaking wet. ( What happens if Growly never wakes up?) he thought to 
himself. James looked down at Growly's body and a tear came to his eye. " 
Growly....no! No Growly!" James took his fist and slammed it hard on the ground. 
A hole the size of his fist was there now. Tears streamed down his face as he 
turned around to find Jessabelle, standing there behind him with a look of pure 
innocents plastered on her face. 

	"You!" James screamed. "You did this!" Pointing a finger at Jessabelle, 
James turned around to face Growly and buried his face in Growly's fur. James 
wrapped his arms around Growly's wet body and cried, "Oh, Growly! 
Please....please don't leave me!" Jessabelle placed her hand on Jame's shoulder 
as a sign of pure  guilt. "I...I didn't mean to do it, James. I honestly didn't 
mean, to uh....you know." Jessabelle said. With his face still buried in 
Growly's wet fur, James shouted out, "Yes! Yes you did, you witch!" James cried 
even harder. "You kicked him in that pond!" Suddenly, Growly started coughing. 
As he coughed, he spat out some of the pond's water. "Growly.....?" James asked, 
full of hope as he raised his head up off of Growly. With a sweet smile, Growly 
licked James on the face. James giggled as Jessabelle walked away without saying 
a word. She felt to guilty to look James in the eyes. She walked away so 
suddenly that she didn't even notice Growly barking and licking James on the 
face. When Jessablle was out of sight, James pulled Growly into a tight hug and 
whispered in his ear "You'll always be my best friend, Growly.We'll be together 
forever. No one can stand between us. Not even that red-headed witch." He 
chuckled as he said those words. Then, Growly leapt out of Jame's arms and began 
tackling him playfully, full of gratiude.

~THE END~


A/N: Awwww! That was so sweet. If Killer ever fell into a lake or something, I 
would jump in after her too! She's my baby girl! *sniff *