It was a beautiful day, peacful and quiet. My adventures of the past were certainly not forgotten, but my new life was begininng to unfold. Gracie was becoming more and more grumpy, being pregnant and all. She claims that the pains and kicks from the pups make her want to "Rip her ears out of her head".... I'm certainly glad that I was on her good side! So, outside on a warm summer day, I lay in the sun with my good old friend, Goldie. Me and Goldie, being quite old, didn't have much action anymore. I was 10 years old, and he was 8 years old. As my eyes began to close, I heard a scream from my master! I jumped up, energy flowing through my body as I raced towards the kitchen. Master was throwing water on a growing fire over the stove! Panic overtook everyone, and it seemed everyone was running around screaming and howling. Gracie sat in the doorway, rolling her eyes. "Girls have to do everything..." I heard her grumble as she grabbed a fire estinguisher and pushed it to my master. He snatched it up and pushed down on the handle. Nothing happened. Gracie then nudged the phone and whined at our owner. Relieved of having to make decisions, he ran to the phone and called 911. They said they were on their way! Suddenly the fire caught on to a dish towel, which then dropped to the floor, which caught onto the rug. "C'mon!" My master yelled as he ran outside. We watched as the house went up in flames, when the fire truck arrived. It hosed the house with water, to no avail. Suddenly the 2nd floor crunched, and came falling down, crushing the 1st floor. I looked up at my owner. Tears in his eyes, he weeped. Everyone was silent, not even the firefighters said anything as they tried attempts to put out the fire. Luckily, grey clouds formed and it started to rain. The fire slowly demolished; the firefighters said a few words to my master, then drove away. As rain fell and got us wet, master didn't move. He stand there, staring at his house. Or, what was his house. It could not be repaired. Master did not have the money to buy a new house, this I knew for sure. Slowly, my owner walked away towards his car. The other animals followed, but I sat in the yard, staring up at our house. How are we going to survive, with the puppies and all? My masters face suddenly turned from sadness, to anger. "Go away, you stupid dogs! And you too, you stupid rooster!" he yelled at us, then slammed his door to his car and drove away, driving very fast. Sitting together, me, Cody, Fido, Gracie and Goldie sat in a line. What was a old terrier mix, a german shepherd, a hunting dog, a pregnant terrier and a old rooster to do?