Along the threshold

I slipped back indoors and shook the cool night air from my coat, glad for the dim quiet of the house. Stretched along the floorboards right against the drafty door crack was a long, quilted fabric bolster. I paused two paces back, watching its dark herringbone weave rest completely still in the amber spill of the night lamp. Stepping forward on soft paws, I reached out and pressed my pad into its flank. It gave way with a muffled, soothing rustle of dried grains shifting beneath the cotton. Reassured by its solid weight, I tucked my front paws along its side and rested my chin against the warm seam.#Nintendogs #Dogs #GoldenRetrievers