Two days later my black-furred brother started prancing around. His mouth move every time he yipped in delight. He kept barking, telling me that his ear finally unsealed. I watched him start pestering other dogs, but he soon grew bored when he realized none of our siblings could hear.

I glumly watched him for awhile just wishing I could hear. There was so many things I could do...my wrestling would be more precise since I could hear on coming attacks. Or, I could start asking Mother about the outside world. Or, I could start talking to some of my neighbors, especially the interesting, black dog. I suddenly want to get up and start prancing around with black-furred brother, impatient for what was eventually to come.

I started to get sleepy so I curled up with my two tan-furred siblings. A day ago, they had both opened their eyes, revelive the beautifully colored irises. My honey-furred brother had soft, imploring gray eyes, that always had an interested spark in them. While my fawn-furred sister had cashews colored eyes, very similar to mother's. I cozied up to them and fell into a light doze.

I awoke when I heard a small click! I jumped up excitedly when I realized I had actually heard it.

Why does the world have such few sounds? I wondered. I would expect it to be louder with this many dogs in the room.

I was very confused, and tilted my head trying to catch anymore sounds. My ear flopped into my face, and I sneezed apprehensively. I shook my head trying to clear away my thoughts that circled my mind like vultures circling a carcass.

The clicks echoed again, each time sounding more and more like a ticking time bomb. The final click rang out, in my ears, louder than the rest. It sounded like the pin of a grenade being pulled....then my whole world exploded with sound!

I whimpered and collapsed on the floor of the kennel! I lay their panting trying to absorb the sounds one by one. I prayed that it wasn't like this all the time, but then I noticed something unusual. Instead of being wild and crazy, my black-furred brother was curled up next to Mother, his eyes shut in pain. The noise was just a lot for us to handle and an instant headache set in.

The room was filled with chaotic barks, howls, and growls. They sounded of excitement, fear, and anger. I tried to focus on what was happened outside my cage, but Mother carried me by my scruff to my siblings. She curled up protectively around us.

I though I hear our kennel door be opened, but I couldn't tell since the sound was muffled my Mothers fur and interrupted by the other dogs and pups.

When mother inally unfurled herself from around us, I realized that most of the yapping had stopped. There were still a few dogs chatting to their friends, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I also hea rd as majority of the older dogs crunching down food. I could also smell the delicious scent of meat and turned towards Mother's food dish. It mostly contained hard brown peices of kibble, but there was also a few small slabs of raw meat. When I tried to go forward to taste test a small portion, Mother strictly pushed me away, making it clear that I was only suppose to drink milk. The other dish, look nearly identical, but I was disappointed when I realized it had only been refilled with water.

I finally concluded that the creature that had trapped us in hear had just brought more food for us, which caused the dogs to get very loud. It was just bad timing that my ears had unsealed at that very moment. I slightly wish I had gotten to see what he looked like.

He must not be that bad if he constantly brings us food and takes the grown-ups to relieve themself. He also cleans ups the messes us pups make, I told myself. But on the other hand he did trap sixty plus dogs in here, I inwardly argued. My mind was twisted into a confused knot of emotions, by being so happy that my family was safe and scared that we were all trapped.