Evening Quilt Squeeze

Bark bark! Pattering back inside from the patio stones as darkness fell, my paws felt ready for a snug spot. Woof! Right beside the dark fabric footstool, the corner of a folded fleece throw had slipped down, draping onto the quiet carpet like a soft ramp. I waddled right into the fleece fold, nudging my round nose into the plush dimple. It rolled inward, wrapping gently around my sides. Woof woof! Through the soft fabric layers, the faint evening draft stayed outside, leaving just a cozy pocket of air. Bark bark! I rested my chin flat against the fleece border, completely tucked in for the night.