A Gentle Lean

A warm breeze ruffled through, and my fingertips suddenly twitched. I wiggled them—once, twice! Right beside me sat a giant, glossy black dog resting quietly on the plaid blanket. Curious and thrilled, I shifted my weight and gently leaned my little arm against the dog's soft front paw. The warm fur felt wonderful against my hand, and I beamed with quiet delight.