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DOG LOVERS! Please, please do NOT buy a "blue," "silver," "Isabella" or "hairless" dachshund. These are not "rare" coats, these are dogs suffering from a disease called color dilution alopecia. It leads to hair loss and painful skin rashes, lesions, and sores. There's no cure.

Reputable breeders will not breed a dog with cda. Sadly, this is becoming a new, trendy "designer" dog because people think the blue-coated puppies are cute and unique. You can find these puppies for sale online for hundreds of dollars more than a dachshund with a standard coat.

Please spread the word! No puppies should be bred to suffer just for a trend.

You can read more about it here.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that when a dog's on your lap, you can't get up.

I know I have WIPs, but I watched this Hallmark movie yesterday, and when I woke up, I couldn't get this out of my head. This is written in a unique style for me. It's just dialogue, with Emma telling her story to others. It stretched me as a writer, while also keeping this to JUST a one-shot. I hope you enjoy it! This is just silly humor plus dogs, don't' over think it ;) Thank you to my enablers on discord for encouraging me to write this (you know who you are!) 

Summary: Three failed relationships, and all Emma Swan has to show for it is the dog she got out of each of them. Which is why she's running down the street. With her dogs. In the rain. In a wedding dress. Emma Swan knows she is a disaster who's better with dogs than people.

Rated: G

Words: 3,500 and some change

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This story begins in the most cliche way possible: “it was a dark and stormy night.” Granny had already turned the sign in the window to “closed,” and Ruby was flipping the chairs up to mop the floors. Only their late night regulars remained, polishing off slices of pie and cups of coffee. 

A diner closing up. A dark and stormy night. Very cliche. 

But this isn’t one of those stories, because there was a decidedly unique entourage heading - running - up Storybrooke’s main street. A bride, decked out in an elaborate wedding dress, with not one, not two, but three dogs at her heels. She held her skirts up so she could run as fast as possible, and the dogs loyally stayed with their mistress. 

Leroy spotted her first, nearly spitting out his coffee as he glanced out the window. “What the hell?”

The blonde bride, positively drenched from head to toe, pounded her fist against the diner’s locked door. 

“Please, please let me in!”

Granny, who normally never let new customers in once she’d locked up, glanced at her granddaughter with a shocked expression, then rushed to let the woman in. 

“Emma Swan, what in the world has happened to you?” Granny asked, but before Emma could answer, the proprietress barked a command at Ruby. “Go get some towels.