It was a cold, winter day when my whole life was taken away from me. I'm Tucker, you all may know my father, Buddy. He's told me so many stories of his lifetime doing adventures and journeys. You might also remember my mother Gracie, my uncle Rio, my uncle Fido and my aunt Hope. So as I was saying, we were all sitting inside our cozy house, with a fire roaring in the fireplace. A big storm was roaring around outside, it was very windy and snowy. I sat on the couch next to Rio, and my other family sat around on the floor and talked about boring things which I completely ignored. Suddenly a loud "CRACCCCK!!!" rang through the air and then a "CRASSSH!"! I jumped to my feet and started playing "Bark like there's no tomorrow"... my dad taught me that game. Our owner ran into the kitchen and gasped. I peeked through the legs of all the dogs and what I saw made my heart jump. In the kitchen, a big hole was above where the fridgerater used to be. A HUGE tree lay in the middle of the floor and the fridgerater was crushed beneath it. Wind from the hole in the ceiling pushed out all the warmth. Leaves and twigs lay on the floor and blew through the air. All of the animals looked at our master. Anger burned through his eyes and he clenched his fists. Uh oh.
Buddy whimpered and nudged his hand, hoping for a pat on the head. Master was just about to say something when he muttered, "No. I will not give you guys up again." He patted Buddys head and called 911. He hung up and said, "They can't come. The roads are blocked up with snow and ice. We're gonna have to bundle up in warm clothes, because any heat that comes out of the fire will go right outside." So he put on jackets for us, even Rio got a coat! And he bundled up in a scarf, gloves, 3 coats, ear muffs, boots and 2 layer pants. (Humans have no fur... quite strange actually.) I, being a puppy, thought this would be a great time to play! "TAG! YOUR IT!" I barked at Fido as I playful nudged him, then ran off. "Not now." Fido growled at me. I tried to tag all of the animals, but they were too grouchy to play. Sighing, I lied down on the couch and stared at our owner as he paced the floors. Finally he said, "The ambulance will never get here before we all freeze... looks like we're going to have to go out on our own and search for shelter." So we stepped outside and started tromp down the icy road. Masters feet sunk in the snow because of his heavy boots, but all of us dogs walked on top of the snow without a problem. Suddenly we heard a distance howl... and we knew we were in for trouble.