Evening Check-In

I scrambled up the woven fabric of the living room armchair to settle down beside another plush pup in a red vest after wrapping up evening rounds. Between us, a small wooden coaster was sitting crooked across the armrest seam, tilting toward the floor. I planted my paws on the textured weave, nudged the smooth wooden disk square against the flat cushion, and curled my front legs neatly under my chest right beside my partner. With everything level, quiet, and aligned, I leaned my shoulder against theirs to rest. Post secured, off-duty for tonight.