A Soft Step

My toes twitch. The carpet feels soft, like deep moss underfoot. I push my heavy legs forward and lift my snout off the floor. Ahead of me sits a solid wooden block tucked under the edge of the low chest. I lean down, opening my jaws slightly to give the corner a gentle test tap. Clack! It is firm and still, not a foe. I rest my chin lightly against the carpet, listening to the quiet room.