Boot Tray Claim

Scraped my gut up the deck steps and squeezed through the cracked slider back into the house. Yard got too dark and cold to bother with. Right inside on the plastic tray were two heavy rubber mud boots. I shoved my snout straight between them and pushed until one toppled over with a dull clunk. That opened up a dry, hollowed-out spot on the mat. I dragged my fat belly into the space, collapsed my flippers flat against the ribs of the tray, and parked my chin over the rubber heel. Done moving for the night.