We lived in that cage for another week. Twice a day, the creature would fill up two bowls. One with water and the other with a hard pieces of food. Us pups weren't aloud to eat it, and had to stick with our diet of milk.

There wasn't much to do in this queer place, since we were blind to our surroundings and could only use a few of our senses. Occasionally, the creature would bring a new dog and he would take a dog that had been here for awhile, out. 

You could sense the relief all the dogs felt when one of their friends came back, but you could also smell the blood. 

The thick metallic smell would lurk for days, throwing many of the males into a crazed state. A few of the females would also react similarly. You could feel the anxiety ramp, and anger flare up. The saddest part of all was when this state would lead to death.

Sometimes it was the bleeding dog that died and sometimes an innocent pup. Most likely, the creature that kept us locked up, would get bitten.

It was all too simple to see why the wounded dog died. Their many scapes were never tended too and an infection would grow and savage their body. They would get real sick and vomit late into the night and would smell sour. Upon morning they would smell dead.

It was much harder when it was one of the pups that diedm

There were two scenarios that lead to this incident and the second was far more disturbing. 

Occasionally, when the dogs were in their crazed fit a pup might be leaning against the wall of the cage when a neighboring dog would snap af them. If this dog was small enough they would be able to snatch a decent amount of the pup and maul it. Only about twenty percent of this type of case would lead to a pup's death.

In the other case, the fatality rate was almost always a hundred. In these craze states, sometimes the dog to react would be a mother. She would instantly turn on any dogs near her...including her pups. While she would go after one, the others would huddle together in the corner for comfort. Little did they know, that they were making themselves an easier target. 

This morbid act would later lead the mother into a deep depression, wanting to die herself.

Although I was as almost two weeks old, I was able to comprehend death. It meant that that dog would cease to breathe, feel, or dream. Their spirit would leave their body in search for a place that was anywhere but here. They were never coming back. You would never get to smell their unique scent, see their mournful face, or hear their beautiful voice, howling at the full moon. They were gone.

I tried to tear myself away from those awful thoughts, but it was hard when there was nothing to do. Today,  had been another of the crazed days, but no one had been hurt...yet. I sank into a disturbed sleep, where all was dark, with only the scents, that drew a clear picture, to terrify me.

I woke with my muzzle twisted in horror, and blinked open my eyes, with apparent ease. My gaze was cloudy at first, so I almost didn't notice.

I started to grow excited and swiveled my head to take it all in. At first I was pretty near-sighted, only being able to see really close items, but my vision would clear with time.

I felt one of my siblings twitch in his sleep, so I ventured over to him. He was smaller than me, with a thin honey colored coat. His nose was black with adorable pink speckles. He stayed sleeping, even when I prodded him.

I jumped when I felt a cold little nose nudging me from behind. I pranced excitedly, around the other pup. 

He was extremely playful, so we wrestled for a minute. He was stronger than me, but I was nimbler. It was so amazing to finally be able to play with someone. 

We collapsed exhausted, waiting for our second wind. I studied him intently. He was mostly gray, with a white patch on his forehead, along with white paws. He had striking blue irises, and was definitely the biggest pup in the litter. We played for a minute more, before going separate ways to discover our new surrondings.

I went in search of my little sister. I found her curled up with Mother, snoozing. Or at least I assumed it was Mother.

Mother was at least ten times my size, with bulging muscles. She was tan with a white chest, paws, muzzle, and tail tip. Her ears were short little triangles, that stood strait up, instead of flopped over. Her pink-ish brown nose twitched as if she had thought about something funny. Although, she knew she couldn't tell me yet, since my ears were practically useless.

Her eyes appeared like roasted chestnuts on a fire, welcoming my attained eyesight. She also look pretty young. At least a year old, but her ribs weren't showing and her pelt didn't have a single scar. I could only hope I would be as beautiful as my mother one day.

As my gaze traveld over my sister I was taken aback. She appeared to be a miniature clone of our mother, except that her tail was purely one color, and her ears were natural folded. 

I looked around at my perfect family, one last time, before trying to fix my blurry gaze on the world outside the cage. I gasped and nearly collapsed when I made out the dog in the next kennel over!