Puck

About

Puck is loud, rude, and above all, wiggly. Never sitting still at the expense of annoying everyone around him, he has too much to see, too much to do, and not enough time to do it. His first few years with his owners were storybook, his children excited about him, his humans tolerant of his accidents around the house. However, as the children aged, so did the tolerance of their parents. After one particularly disasters holiday, they began to leave Puck outside like the common dog.

His life afterwards was one of absolutely loneliness. His children seemed to grow faster by the day, Puck's silly antiques no longer gaining laughs but only angry yelling. However, he came to realize that any attention was better than being ignored, and after that realization started the Reign of Terror. Mud on the walls, holes in the backyard (a shame, neighbors would say, that a landscaper had such a dismal back yard), broken dish after broken dish led to Puck gaining less and less favor with the humans who owned him.

After the events of the Comet, Puck realized he could leave his yard with great ease. He was cautious about it, not wanting to lose his ability to leave, and only snuck out again the following New Years. That night, he received a kiss from a drunken stranger, and the course of his life left forever.