is being so annoying and is making fun of Chloe, and since I’m the big brother and all, I have to break up the fights and stand up for her. Sooooo annoying!” said Muffin.

“Ugh, that must be a pain.” I said.

“Yeah.” Muffin paused. “We’re having bacon for breakfast tomorrow, want to stop by?” 

“Sure!” I responded.

“Great!” Muffin returned. He looked at the sky. It was nearing the evening, the sun was setting. “Sorry Kali, I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning! My house is blue and across the street from Jim Dear’s and Darling’s!” he called out as he headed home.

“Okay! Bye!” I called back.

Muffin left the park, with his golden ID tag jingling along as he walked. 

     Chapter Four: Destroyed

“Sarge, Ryan, c’mere.” I called, softly.

Ryan got out of the lake, shook off the water of his fur, and headed toward me. Sarge simply rose to his paws and slowly trotted over. “Muffin invited us over for breakfast tomorrow. He’s having bacon.” I informed them. Ryan’s mouth watered.

“Bacon.” He said, drooling. 

“Yep, bacon.” I said. I repeated the word in my head. “Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon. Bacon.” 

“Should we start to get dinner?” Sarge asked.

“Yeah, we should. Let’s go to a nearby neighborhood. Like the one over there.” I said pointing to my left with my furry muzzle. 

“Ryan, you take the cul de sac, Sarge, you take the right side, and I’ll take the left.” I informed them. “Now, let’s get-“ I stopped myself. “Wait. How are we supposed to hold all of the food?” I asked.

“We could go to the flower shop down the street and get some baskets.” Sarge suggested.

“Great idea. How many do you think we’ll need?” I asked.

“Probably six. Two for each of us.” Sarge said.

“M’kay, I’ll go to the flower shop and get  baskets.” I said.

I walked on the drab concrete street, down to a nice flower shop called “Martha’s Flower Emporium”. It was very large, it was painted white, with a beautiful array of exotic flowers on display a the window. The owner, Martha,  was busy showing off the display, watering the plants, putting in more soil, making every flower perfect. Because she wasn’t looking, I snuck into the back of the store and stole six baskets, carrying them with my mouth and I put a few around my neck. I headed back to the park where Sarge and Ryan were waiting for me. I stopped in front of them and dropped the baskets, two for each of us.

“There. Now let’s go!” I said, determined that we’d be getting some food.

Ryan bolted up the street and headed to the coldasack, begging at door to door, while Sarge broke through windows, and stole some food. As always, I’d get most food because everyone thought I was an angel dog or I belonged to the priest because of my beautiful chain with a cross dangling from it. After we gathered our food, we headed back to the alley in which our “tent” was at. We hid behind trash cans making sure no dog catchers would see us. We went to our shelter to find that it was destroyed.