Night Trophy Check

Jogged straight back from the brick hurdle course into my hose tunnel! Darkness had settled across the grass, and my legs felt nicely worn out. Inside the rubber curve, my dried sycamore leaf mat was still waiting. I sat down and checked the pebble shelf. The brass washer caught a faint glint of ambient porch light, still perched upright next to my smooth acorn ball. I patted both items with my paw, making sure nothing had rolled loose during the evening sprint. Everything in position. Team locker inspected and secured for the night!