Night Huddle on the Bench

I waddled back toward our front door as the hallway dimmed for the night! Perched right on the slatted wooden bench near our entry was a folded striped fleece throw blanket, left behind with a soft green yarn pompom dangling over the edge. Pure post-match comfort waiting for the captain! Backing up with a jaunty wiggle of my plush base, I launched a low hop straight onto the wood. With a cheerful bumper nudge from my round tummy, I tucked the fluffy pompom tight against the soft fleece fold and squished my soft side deep into the warm woolly corner to anchor the squad until morning!