Henry was out walking his own Dalmatian on the beach today. He didn't let Mister Spots off the lead just yet, he was still a puppy and Henry was having more trouble than he'd like to admit training him. The weather didn't seem to bother either of them and Henry could try transporting them both home with a bit of magic if things got too hairy.

But then he saw another Dalmatian, an adult. A familiar adult Dalmatian and a familiar voice to go along with it. Henry ran to catch up with Archie, Mister Spots running along beside him as the boy grinned.

"Archie! Pongo!"