A Knitted Pocket

I slipped back inside through the door gap, glad to leave the chilly night wind behind. In the dim corner by the fireplace, a thick woolen sock lay forgotten across the rim of an open wicker basket. I paused, watching the gray marled ribbing rest silently against the rough willow twigs. Moving forward on soft paws, I stretched out my neck and pushed my nose into the loose opening. The coarse wool yielded easily, wrapping my snout in warm, dry cedar scent. I took one more careful step, tucking my front paws completely inside the soft knit pocket, and let out a gentle sigh.#Nintendogs #dogs #GoldenRetrievers