Raphael, the Dog Lover (TMNT)
This is the pitbull thing that was requested a while ago and I figured I’d write it while I’m in the swing of writing requests. ^.^ Plus this so cute and I love doggies…
My only issue is because I love doggies, I know there are several breeds of dog that are called ‘pit bull’. It’s a type of dog, not a breed. Personally I’m going to write the dog as a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Why? My own dog is a staffie, and a recuse for that matter.
Serious note before we get onto the fic, pit bulls are often victimised by the media but the dogs are sweethearts and anyone who knows anything about the breed is well aware of this. Owners are to blame. I say this as someone who owns a dog who was quite nasty when I got her. Now she is very sweet. Her old owner used to beat her. I think that speaks miles about it. Because of this abuse of the breeds known as pitbulls, most of them end up in shelters. About half a million pit bulls are euthanised in shelters every year, about 40% of all dogs euthanised. (Not that kill shelters aren’t a problem in and of themselves) Please, please, please, if you’re thinking of getting a dog, consider a pit. It’s a bit of a long story and this foreword is getting too long as it is, but my pitbull saved myself and my sister from being murdered. And it’s not we might have been hurt, we would have died. I’ll never forget that. And I’m not trying to say another dog breed wouldn’t do that, all dogs would but that’s my point. Pits are not these evil creatures the media makes them out to be. They’re dogs.
Raphael sighed, as he ventured the rooftops. Alone. Unusual for this time of night. He should be heading home, with his brothers but tonight had been different. He’d had a small… Exchange with Mikey forcing Leo and Donnie to step in- But dammit Mikey had started it with that dumb prank!
So now, he was taking the long way home. Descending from the city buildings, he made his way into the alleyway, only to hear… Whimpering? It was a strange noise but in a city like this it was one he could recognise as a dog. There were so many pet pooches around, he’d grown used to their noises.
While he could have just went home and forgot about the whole thing, he was up for anything in order to avoid going home to confront his family. So follow it he did, tracking the noise to the back of some garbage cans.
Lying there, nursing a clearly broken paw and a skeletal body, was the thinnest dog Raphael had ever seen. She whimpered and whined, licking at the blood seeping from the wound.
Raphael grunted a little, the sight unnerving him. Poor dog, how had she gotten into such a state? He wondered. “ Yer not lookin’ yer best, are ye, girl? ” He asked, making a few soft kissy noises to get her attention.
In response the dog’s head snapped up, her ears pinned back, a low growl escaping a throat. Raph slowly raises his hands.
“ S'alright, I’m not gonna hurt ya, ” He assured, trying to work out how to calm the canine. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wrapper. It was just a cereal bar, mostly oatmeal and honey. He usually carried one or two on him, for working out if he got hungry so he didn’t need to stop. Unwrapping it, he held it out carefully to her.
The dog seemed to give a small sniff, examining the extended morsel before giving a few uncertain licks. Having come to the decision it was not dangerous and tasted good, she wolfed it down, her tail wagging heavily; beating against the ground.
“ There’s a good girl. Were you hungry? ” He asked, very slowly moving a hand towards her to sniff, clenched in a fist. At the sight, the dog howled, whimpering and trying to back off. Quickly Raph stopped and she calmed. He paused for a moment, frowning before he tried it again, his hand held loosely now. She seemed more calm with this, her wet nose rubbing his scales.
Raph clenched his teeth a little. “ It was a person that did this to you, wasn’t it girl? ” He asked, as she continued to explore his hand with her tongue. He wasn’t really sure why he was talking to the dog, she couldn’t talk back, it just felt more natural than silence.
After staying there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes, slowly building up some trust with her; Raph very carefully moved to slip his strong arms beneath her, scooping her up, paying no mind to the blood that coated his arm now.
The dog seemed somewhat happy to have the pressure taken off of her leg, it seemed. Slightly less so about the smell of the sewer.
Upon arriving, Mikey was the first to greet him, as usual. Looking up from the comic he was reading, he took a moment to register before gasping in shock.
“ Dude, that’s a dog, ” He said, leaning over the couch, childishly. Raph grunted.
“ Yes, Mikey, she’s a dog, ” Raph agreed, making his way to Donnie’s lab.
“ What’s wrong with her leg? And how’d you know she’s a she? ” Mikey asked.
“ Someone hurt her… And you can tell on pitbulls, ” He responded.
“ Pitbull? ” Donnie looked up from his work as Raph walked in, the messy bundle of chocolate and white fur in his arms still. Studying the creature as he rose out of his chair, he corrected, “ Actually I think she’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. While Pitbull is technically correct, that’s a type of dog, not a breed. ”
“ Whatever you say Kennel Club, can you help her? ” Raph asked nervously.
“ I don’t know, I’m no vet… I’ll call April and Casey, if they’re free I’ll ask one of them to take her to a vet. I’ll try and make her comfortable until then, ” Donnie agreed, clearing a space on the table for her while searching for his phone.
“ Al'ight, but don’t mess around, ” Raph agreed, patting soft ears as he placed her down.
It was a week later when Raph got a call. From April. Placing his weights to the side, he grabbed his phone and answered.
“ Hey? ” He asked, wondering what she wanted.
“ Hey, Raph, it’s about that dog you found. The vet’s prescribed her a medical plan and they’ve operated on her leg but they’ve had to amputate it, ” At the mention of this, Raph winced at the memory of the mangled leg. He wasn’t surprised, it’d been a mess. “ She’s really underweight but the vet says she should make a full recovery and she should still be able to walk once she figures out how to balance, ” April finished.
“ That’s great, I’m glad she’s doing good, ” Raphael told her, as he picked up a bottle of energy drink, downing half the bottle.
“ Yeah but now they want to know what to do with her. The state could take her but… The nearest shelter is a high kill one. So the vet asked if I wanted to take her… But I really don’t have the time for a dog. ”
“ You’re asking me if I want her? ” Raph asked.
“ Yeah, I am… I guess if you don’t we could try and find someone el- ”
“ No, ” He cut her off. “ I’ll take her, ” He agreed without a moment of hesitation. Master Splinter was going to kill him.
But it was the right thing to do.
Once she got home, she was like a new dog. Raph could hardly believe this dog April had brought with her was the same pitbull he’d found last week.
“ Thatta girl, ” He praised, rubbing her belly as she ambled over to him, still trying to perfect the balance of running on only three legs.
“ Are you going to name her? ” Leo asked, watching vaguely amused from the couch.
“ Name her? ”
“ Well, duh, she needs a name, ” Mikey quipped in response. “ I vote for Turtledog. Like Batdog, but a turtle. ”
Raphael rolled his eyes, considering for a moment. “ I don’t know, I’m no good at names, ” He admitted.
“ What about Tenshi? ” Leo offered idly. While Raph’s Japanese might not have been as great as his brothers, he could translate that well enough, Angel.
“ Mm, I guess it’s better than Turtledog, ” Raph agreed, chuckling as he pet her ears.
“ Oh and Raph, the vet mentioned something else, ” April said.
“ Really what? ”
“ Just to mention she’s recently had pups. Maybe she was part of a puppy farm and they decided they didn’t want her anymore? ” April offered, trying to explain it somehow.
Raphael nodded, looking back to Tenshi as she snuggled up to him. A sigh escaped him, “ Where are your babies girl? I hope they’re doing better than you were. ”
The next day, Raph was walking Tenshi. It was a little hard, given he had to avoid being seen and let her pee and all, but he managed it. Somehow. He didn’t have a leash but he didn’t seem to need one, as she happily plodded along.
At some point however, she seemed to be leading him, rather than him her.
“ Tenshi, Tenshi c'mere, where ye going girl? ” He called after her, carefully following as she crossed the street. This was near where he’d found her, only maybe a block or so away.
He continued to follow her, all the way to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, continuing to call after her but stubbornly she seemed to be ignoring him. Once inside, he followed her further, round the back of some dusty crates that hadn’t been touched in what could have been years.
There he found something most unusual. Tucked into a makeshift bed of the sheets that used to cover crates were four skinny puppies, guarded by a Dalmatian; his face battle scarred and worn.
Tenshi greeted the other dog happily, nuzzling and licking faced as Raph followed curiously. Upon getting closer the Dalmatian snarled, baring his fangs however Tenshi happily trotted up to him and pressed some slobbery kissed to his leg and the spotty dog accompanying her seemed to understand.
“ Tenshi, these are your babies, ” Raph said happily, a very proud smile on his face, his heart melting. He was glad his brothers weren’t around to see him consumed by his soft side. Carefully holding out a hand to pet the Dalmatian who was now equally as curious about him, he smiled. “ Is this yer mate? Has he been looking after yer pups? He’s a good boy, ” He praised, ruffling his ears.
“ C'mon, ” He said, gathering up the pups in the sheet with no protest from either parent. “ Let’s go home, all of us. ”
A year later, Raph lounged by the TV. To one side of him Tenshi was snuggled up to him. Her stomach was once more swollen with pups, she’d give birth soon. By his feet lay her loyal protector and 'Raph’s good boy’, Butch the Dalmatian. Only two of their first litter still remained in the Lair. Turtledog, who was of course Mikey’s bundle of fun and Hana (Flower in Japanese) who had become something of a therapy dog for Master Splinter. Beowulf and Godzilla were never far behind their master, Casey.
“ You want some beef jerky? ” Raph offered the dogs and at the mention of 'beef jerky’ Turtledog had somehow appeared from the woodwork for her fair share of the food. Hana didn’t seem so bothered, resting still by Splinter’s feet.
Looking around him, Raph was very happy he had decided to keep Tenshi. She had only brought their family happiness. She was an angel, just with four legs and a tail rather than wings.