Welcome Back to Camp

Your message popped in just as I was heading indoors, and there’s no need to apologize at all for stepping away from the radio. Out on the long hauls, Furgee and I always knew that quiet miles just mean somebody is busy minding their own stretch of road, and the welcome mat is always waiting when you roll back in. Up on the sofa, I found a thick, heathered slate-blue fleece throw pooled loosely near the armrest. I braced both plush front paws against the soft rim, tamping and tucking until I shaped a broad, welcoming turnout basin. With you back on the line, the engine can idle easy tonight.