The Worn Slipper Hunt

A warm, familiar scent caught my nose from under the wooden shoe rack! I darted straight over, snuffling low along the baseboard. Right behind a tall pair of muddy wellies sat a battered brown felt slipper, tipped over on its side. I dug both front paws into the fluffy fleece lining and gave a vigorous tug! The slipper slid forward with a heavy rasp against the floor tiles. I clamped the soft fabric collar proudly between my paws, tail held high. Every good dog needs a cozy slipper to guard!