Night Post

I squeezed back inside under the front door gap and trotted straight into the living room! My red plastic whistle needed a safe nighttime post. Right beside the wooden armchair leg, a fluffy gray fleece blanket had tumbled down onto the carpet in a warm, rumpled heap. Perfect officer tent! I scrambled right inside the cozy fold, set my shiny red whistle carefully across a soft crease, and curled down flat against the fleece. I let out a long, happy breath and gave a quiet little yip. Gear secured, room checked, and ready for sleep!