When I first laid eyes on my Sweets, she was a tiny pup, no bigger than Scar's head. I had asked the real Sweets, who, as we all know, is Rich's mate, if I could clone her. Having been expecting a no, I was quite surprised to recieve a yes. I explained to her that I'd need a blood sample, for the cloning process, and that the scientists would create her double in a way that she would reach adult size in eight days, growing only at night under the influence of a heavy sedative. She gave me the okay to draw a small tube of her blood, and I made her a promise. One that I would later break. I promised her that her clone was meant only to be a loving companion, not a mate.
I took the blood sample to the clone lab, and the seterusnya day, I went back to pick her up. Scar went with me for this, and the instant we both saw her, our hearts just melted. She was laying on the gurney looking around, small, helpless, and insanely adorable. The doctors gave me the okay to pick her up, and I felt the soft bulu and delicate body of my very own Sweets clone. She looked up at me with trusting eyes and I knew then that she would be here forever. Scar, my mate at the time, reared up and put her paws on the gurney and sniffed Sweets all over, tail wagging all the while. Sweets stood on shaky legs and toddled her way across the gurney to Scar. The tiny serigala, wolf pup reared up on her own short legs and climbed slowly up onto Scar's head.
Bracing herself with her hind paws on the strap of Scar's collar, she lay there, looking immensely pleased with herself. The doctors and I laughed, but Scar stayed put, careful of her small passenger.
With Sweets riding on Scar in this fashion, I paid for the doctor's services, and walked slowly out to the car. I had taken the viper today, mostly because I had been driving it around all hari and I didn't have the time to head back to the house to switch vehicles. Before Scar hopped up into the car, I carefully picked up Sweets, and craddled her in my arms.
The entire ride home, Sweets rode in my lap, tiny forepaws bracing her small frame up against the side of the door so she could watch out the window. Her miniature, but fluffy, tail wagged happily the whole way home.
For the first time, I called her name. "Sweets?"
She instantly looked over at me, a smile all over her muzzle. "Yeah?" Her voice was small, but it carried the same weight that her mothers did. Scar's head whipped around at her voice, and I could see a small tear glistening in the corner of her eye.
"Do anda know who I am?" I asked gently.
She nodded. "You're Colby, right? And that's Scar?" The cloning process replicated the memories and knowledge of the original, while still ensuring the integrity of the clone, but I'd had no clue of that.
Having not known this then, I was pleasantly surprised to hear her speak to us like she'd known us for years. I watched her with wonder as she turned her gaze back to the window and started naming off objects, such as a car, atau a human, atau a bicycle. It was the nuttiest thing I had ever seen up until that time, and it still holds the record.
When we got to the house, I carried her into the house, Scar bounding along behind me like a dog wanting a stick. In fact, excuse me for a moment while I laugh at that analogy.

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Alright, I'm back. Anyway, I brought our Sweets into the house, and she immediately set off exploring the house. At that time, I'd had Bolt, Jenna, her daughter Aleu, her son Kodiak, and Scar herself living with me. Kodi and Jenna were curled up at that moment sleeping, but Aleu was wide awake, gnawing on some toy that I don't remember. When she saw our newest family member, she called out to me and asked who this was. I told her, and she warmed to her quite fast. It took Bolt and Kodi a little longer, but they got there.

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Later that night, I'd had plans to IM on Fanpop with the mother of Sweets, Sweets herself. I'd promised her that she could chat with her daughter, and I lived up to it. I had created an account for her, appropriately titled LIL-Sweets, the night before, and already fanned SweetsOmega and arcticwolf07, which were Sweets the first and Rich respectively. I logged into mine first, and told her to expect a fun conversation with her daughter. Had I been there in person when I told her this, I expect that I would have gotten a tackle hug from her. As it was, I got a huge "Aww!" and the impression that she was almost about to fall out of her chair, which I would later learn actually happened from time to time.
So I put little Sweets down on the meja and asked her if she knew how to type, another test.
"You bet!" was the answer, and I asked her to tunjuk me. I asked her to type a short sentence, the content of which didn't matter, and she obliged.
She was so small her paws fit entirely on a single key. Imagine the bottom of a paw the same size as a penny, and you've got the scale of her feet. Within moments, she was typing like I was, only slower.
Her mother talked to her and every few minutes, I could hear the signature "Hee-hee!" emenating from the computer desk. I just sat there on the couch, listening and smiling.
This was the first of many wonderful days with who would eventually become my fiancee. I loved every minit of the days to follow, and it was her that would wind up bringing me out of my funk when Scar and I broke up.