My first ever story!

Lokey

Lokey was flopped happily on his doggy beanbag, dreaming. "WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" Ninja rushed in. "What, Ninji...I was sleeping! Lokey sat up and yawned. "Frankie and Elvis are here!" She announced gleefully. "What? Oh yes yes yes they are here! But where is Chiefie? " "I dunno," Ninja said. "He's probably still sleeping, lazy lump." She shot him a grin. "Just like you!" "Hey," he  objected sleepily. "Well anyway, lets go play with Frankie and Elvis!" "Race you!" Ninja barked as he bounded down the stairs with his long legs. "I'm winning already!" He replied.

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Chief was already downstairs, and as Lokey skidded to a halt in the doorway and Ninja crashed into him, his other best friends Elvis and Frankie galloped in. "Hey hey hey!" Frankie ran in exited circles around him and Ninja. "Hi, how are you doing? Asked Elvis, always the polite gentleman.  Frankie, his little half brother, was much more crazy, naughty and rowdy than the 'perfect angel boy Elvis Sinclair'. Anyways, as Ninja despised Frankie and had once 'accidentally' trampled over him, so the feeling was mutual. Frankie often got Lokey involved with his crazy pranks (very harmless but irritating), but Lokey and Ninja remained BFFS as they had been since Lokey as a tiny puppy was brought in from the SPCA and Ninja, also a puppy but slightly older, had vowed to be Lokey's caretaker. Chief spoke up now. "Elvis, can we go outside now please please please?" He turned his puppy dog eyes on Elvis. Chief was a tubby,(actually very overweight) black lab, and his playful, kind and food-loving personality made him a great friend to have. "Of course, Chiefie lets go" Elvis responded, using Cheif's playful nickname bestowed upon him by Frankie. "Yes yes lets go guys come on!" Frankie took off after Elvis and Cheif. Lokey and Ninja speeded behind. 

Lokey was a long and gangly yellow lab, and his long legs were to his advantage now. He overtook Ninja, Chief, Frankie and fell into step beside Elvis. Lokey's long-legged, confident stride matched Elvis's horse like gallop. "Hey guys, wait up!" Panted Frankie, hot on their heels. "No way" Elvis cried, putting on a burst of speed. Somewhere behind them, Ninja bellowed "Tag! You're in, Chief!" "Well he's not getting me so easily! Lokey thought happily. This was so fun! All his best friends, and they were having a ton of fun running around in their Reserve. Uh oh, Chief is coming!  Lokey put on a burst of speed, overtaking Frankie. "Hey!" Frankie barked indignantly. He was still a puppy, only ten months old and the youngest of all of them. Lokey himself was two, Ninja was three, and Chief and Elvis were both two and a half. Elvis was a successful father of -wait for it-twenty-one puppies! When Lokey had heard the news of the latest litter(born last Tuesday) he had alerted Chief(the household cook, although his dished somehow ended up being half as much as they were meant to be) and Ninja, party planner and pooper. They has surprised Elvis with a big cake and a party, but Frankie had somehow gotten to the cake, so there was no cake. Elvis didn't mind though, and they had a great time. Just like now! Lokey thought happily. "Hey guys, what's  that?" Chief called. Lokey wheeled around. Five small, golden dots appeared on the other end of the field. "Yay, new friends!" Frankie cried, taking a step forward. "Wait, Frankie" Elvis said. "Other dogs might not be very friendly to puppies like you." "I'm not a puppy!" Frankie protested. But he stayed put anyway. The figures got very close, and Lokey saw that they were golden retrievers. Oh no, they always meant trouble. "Guys..." Lokey said hesitantly. "Hey, who are you!" Barked one of the goldens.