Sylvia's eyes flicked open from her sleep. Today was one of the only nights she had a good dream. The past years it was either, no dream, or that bad dream. The sunlight filled the basement from a window. The basement was taller than she remembered, like a huge Costco, but as a basement. She felt the puppies' warmth against her stomach. She looked up to see her father, lying on a towel. She shook her head, "I have to get over his mistakes... I just can't bring myself to it..." she thought, remembering her mother. Tears started to fill her eyes but she shook it off and carefully got up. The puppies yelped for a bit, but stopped when she wrapped a towel around them. The flashlights that were tapped to the wall flicked on and off, probably because of the batteries. She walked to the elevator and headed upstairs. When she reached the main floor, she noticed nothing was ruined inside, but for sure the outside was a mess. Trees were everywhere, bushes thrown out of the ground, water puddles everywhere. Sylvia walked back inside for some food. She poured two bowls of dog food, and as she went in the elevator and almost headed down she remembered, "The puppies need food!" She grumbled to herself and went back to the kitchen. She found another dog bowl and filled it with some milk. She carefully held all three dog bowls, one on the pup pack she had forgotten to take off, one in her mouth, and the other on top of the one in her mouth. Once she made it down to the basement, she set the dog bowls down and helped the puppies have some milk. They looked old enough to walk, they just hadn't had the strength. While she kept an eye on the pups, she began to eat her own food. She was starving, barely finishing the food in 2 minutes. She licked her chops and looked at her father, who had finally stirred. He was a German shepherd and golden retriever mix, with bright blue eyes and golden fur. He had the body of a German Shepard, but the color of a golden retriever. She could barely believe he had a sudden idea of going out in the middle of a storm to bury his former mate. She had wished she waited for a better time, but it was the best thing he could do to not have to look at her anymore. Sylvia has not liked Piper one bit, but she had to say, the puppies were adorable. One boy and one girl drank the milk up before the little boy fell into the bowl. She giggled and help him out, cleaning him up with the towel.

Then she heard a laugh, "Not tryin' to get rid of em yet?"

She turned around to see her father awake, his dog food all gone. She laughed, looking back at the pups, "They need names..."

"What about... Carole and Joe?"

"Too humany... think of dog names"

Her father laughed, "What about Tiger and Pinky, you see this one has a pink nose." He pointed to the little girl.

"Okay, okay, you are first off terrible at naming dogs, second off, you don't name a dog over its nose."

Her father chuckled, "Why not, I like it."

"Because, if she grows up and her nose changes colors, that won't make any sense."

"Fine, fine, you pick their names,"

"Well, I need to think about,"

"All yah do is think!" He barked, in a friendly way.

Sylvia sighed, "Rosie and Junior... no I know a dog named Rose..."

"To help, what about naming one after your brother..."

Sylvia swirled around, "I have a brother!?"

I had some fun with this chapter! Thought this chapter needed a high note for what the next chapters are going to get into... anyways, see yah soon!