Housepets!

"...You want me to do what."
A brown dog with a difficult to identify expression, possibly intended as threatening, slammed his paws down on a brown mahogany desk, warily observed on the opposite side by a ferret for whom it clearly was not built. A worried looking pine marten stood at the ferret's side.
"I want you - need you to do it. I know you have the money for it, Milton, and I know it's possible," said the dog.
The dog's name was Bino. He had once been the biggest, coolest dog in town, but his older, generally cooler brother Fido had usurped his position a few Christmases prior. The canine, however, hadn't lost his imperious attitude - some would say he had even become more insufferable since Fido took his glory.
Now would be an example of how some would be completely right.

The ferret paused for a second before speaking. "...There are so many problems with this that I really don't know where to start."
"I know I," - Bino stood up straight and haughtily puffed out his chest - "can't think of a single problem with this."
"Well, for one, the moral concerns alone-"
"And since when have you cared about morals?" Bino said, in a way that did not make clear he considered morality a positive trait.
"There's also that it'd take years just to-"
"I don't care!" Bino slams his paws on the table again. "I know you have more money than I'll see in a lifetime! You can just pay them to make it take quicker!"

"And," said Keene, growing impatient. "Why exactly should I do this for you?"
Bino stops, his mouth open. He blinks and leans back. "...Because... because I want you to."
There is a pause, but then Keene rolls his eyes. "Get out of my office."
"Not until you give me what i'm asking for!"
The ferret's eyes narrow. "Wolves?"
As Bino is loudly escorted out by a pair of wolves, Breel turns to Keene.
"Keene?"
"Yeah?"
"What's a 'clone?'"

Nice work so far.

Ok, I'm interested.

Let's see where this goes.

Looks like it is an interesting story so far! Nice job!

Sounds like the Bino we know and love ....

Bah. I prefer the Bino who finally grows the heck up.

But I still really like the beginning of this story!

Well done I'd avoid any scheme that involved Keene and Bino.

If those two did team up to pull off a scheme, I can only imagine destruction and armageddon will come from it.

… and Tiger. We need more volatility!

Let's not veer too far from talking about fic, a'ight?

I love that the narration subtly calls out Bino's grandstanding: "possibly intended as threatening"
Good read! You planning on continuing?

Obbl wrote:Let's not veer too far from talking about fic, a'ight?

I love that the narration subtly calls out Bino's grandstanding: "possibly intended as threatening"
Good read! You planning on continuing?

DONT RUSH AUTHORS, WRITING TAKES TIME.

I actually have been wondering how cloning would work in the HP world. Human cloning is illegal in real life, but don't think animal cloning is, is it? I'm aware of people cloning deceased pets on occasion. A sheep was the first, wasn't it?

Yeah Dolly the sheep. She was cloned from a group of three sheep that were chosen. So she had three mothers. A Scottish Blackface who provided the egg, a Finn-Dorset who provided the DNA and another Finn-Dorset who carried her to term. I don't think that she had a father. Anyway she lived for 6 years before dying of cancer which was half her life-expectancy. Her taxidermied remains are on display at the National Museum of Scotland.

She was cloned not far from where I live. I've seen her in the museum several times.

Though I must say when my pets die, I could NEVER have them taxidermied like that. I think the memories would be too painful for me.

Though the dog we had for 8 years we had cremated and I have his ashes and my cat went off to die so its not like I can even grieve.

My cat of 11 years, Andre, died in my arms and I have his cremains in a small urn on the top self of my Secretary. I miss him a lot.

We do seem to have wandered far from the thread theme but, truthfully, this topic is interesting and I'm not a fan of Bino, rehabilitated or otherwise.

Several hours previously something happened to Bino that he has already categorized in his mental list of Important Events from Bino History.
The Important Event lasted maybe one to two seconds. Bino was walking into the bathroom for a drink when he caught quite a sight. The first thing he felt was attraction. Who was this beauty in his house? With those beautiful colored eyes that stared deep into his own - a fashionable collar, matching those in color and looks, with just the prettiest little tag - an adorable black nose - a tail that swished back and forth in an appealing way that has no human analogue - Bino was hooked on first sight.

The second was alarm. How had someone gotten into the house? The primal, lycan protective instinct in him that he usually ignored roared up inside him. He had to protect his home! But ... they were so beautiful!
After about half a second the third became disappointment, mixed with another usually ignored instinct of his: shame. Oh.

It was a mirror. He had just looked into a mirror and mentally gone completely hog wild over his own visage for a second. Upon closer look, there was the belly, there were the sad-looking droopy ears, there was the hard-to-pinpoint look in the eyes: things Bino - as much as he hypes himself up, externally and internally - does not like about himself. He, like most dogs - most animals, really - is not exactly keen on introspection. But we may speculate that a lot of his Bino-ness comes from a need to compensate for his perceived shortcomings.

But today he had found himself beautiful. A human may have used this as a jumping off point for a lot of mental self-exploration. Bino took from it a brilliant, genius, only-sort-of-thought-through idea. And this idea is what prompted his trip to Keene's office to make his request.

But now that his request has been denied, and Bino has been semi-literally thrown out of Keene's office, the dog must add a stage or two to his plan - and despite the canine's ego silently screaming something about self-sufficiency into his mind as he realized it, he needed help. And in an incredible, amazing coincidence, his thought process is bearing an extremely striking resemblance to the next few posts on this forum thread! You heard that right - this story is interactive now! Who will Bino go to for help? You, dear reader, will decide! (Please?)

I like the story so far, I like how you captured the fact that under Bino’s ego he is, like his housemate Max, insecure. But whereas Max has opened up, Bino hasn’t done so far, to our knowledge. As for who he’d turn to, I’m going to say
Duchess, he considers her his girlfriend, she (more likely her owners/parents ) has money, she’s ambitious, and she should things turn physical she has Boris as a bodyguard.

It has to be someone that doesn't outright hate him so that takes out Fox and King. I'm thinking maybe it could be Peanut or Max.

He's got some other potential sidekicks you could develop … Rex, for example, who has played that role before. Yeltsin would be fun; he's got an edge.

Yeah but would they tell him the truth or just say what they think he wants to hear?

Be fun to find out. Rex seems to be pretty open-hearted, and Yeltsin's a "spit-in-yer-eye" guy. Maybe Bino could enlist Skip the Hawk, too, speaking of another long absent bit-player...

Why would Skip want to have anything to do with Bino?

The lure of the spotlight, maybe? Rick doesn't have a lot of birds in the comic.

Yeah that is true. Speaking of that, I wonder what happened to Trinket? We know Cori is around but not his partner.

Last I recollect, poor Trinket was under assault by Tiny Tum and not seen since...

I wonder if Tiny Tum ate her. I hope not, because not only is that over the rating but it would be disturbing.