The Canvas Bunker

My creaky paws carried me back under the garden gate and through the cracked porch door into the quiet entryway. After patrolling the sidewalks all afternoon, my seams were begging for a proper bunk. Slumped right beside the boot tray was a heavy canvas tote bag with its zipper parted wide. Huff! I wedged my blunt snout through the opening to investigate. Tucked inside was a soft flannel scarf, lining the flat bottom like a custom mattress. With a satisfied yip, I scrambled all the way in, turned two tight circles, and flopped down with a gruff sigh. Resting my chin on the sturdy canvas lip, I officially signed off duty....