It’s gettin’ cold…

"I'm not used to that thing. It feels funny, and smells funny too. And the air feels good here. Don't you think?"
“I’m not used to that thing. It feels funny, and smells funny too. And the air feels good here. Don’t you think?”

 

[A dog’s POV]

“Why do you think he goes over there to that corner all the time?” asked Jinny the salt and pepper haired Yorkie.  It doesn’t make sense. The draft comes in from under the door there, and still he sits and waits or something.

“Why do you care what he does, he’s a newbie he’s in OUR territory remember?” scowled Henry, the huge black Tibetan Mastiff.

“That’s mean, he’s new here and we need to make him feel welcome.” Jinny started making her way over to Scotty, the Golden Retriever.

“Why is that mean? Didn’t he come from one of those things they call ‘shelters’? He probably feels at home there. Leave him be.” Henry made a face and walked off to his big, deluxe velvet, bed.

“Scotty? Ah-mmm if you don’t mind me asking, why do you sit there in that corner? Haven’t you seen the nice bed and blankie that our humans bought you when they brought you home?” Jinny said and sat quietly next to Scotty.

Scotty’s eyes went downward and away from Jinny as he quietly responded, “I’m not used to that thing. It feels funny, and smells funny too. And the air feels good here. Don’t you think?” Scotty smiled tentatively.

“Yeah but you could get used to it if you tried it more often. Isn’t it comfortable compared to what you were used to?” Jinny asked confused. “Did you bring a favorite blankie that you could put there on the bed instead?” asked Jinny and smiled.

“Well, yeah but our humans put it in a basket to wash, or maybe it was the trash can,” Scotty’s face grew wide with worry.

“Well, hold on, I’ll go check,” Jinny ran straight for the laundry room to check out the situation. She sniffed and sniffed for signs of Scotty, and at last, nearly at the bottom of the basket, she spotted a ratty and torn dirty blanket. She looked around forlornly. She wondered what would happen if she brought the blanket back to Scotty. She decided not to wait another second, and knocked the basket over, grabbed the blanket by her teeth, and almost sneezed, and ran back to Scotty. “Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked expectantly.

“Where did you find it?” Scotty asked in wonder and complete surprise.

“Where you said!” Jinny wagged her tail wildly.

“Thank you!” Scotty rolled on the blanket and wagged his tail in joy.

“Okay, now go and put it on your bed for later, or now if you want to, because it’s getting cold Scotty – winter is coming.”

Slowly, as if he had done something wrong, Scotty began walking toward his new bed, and gently and slowly laid his blanket on the bed, and then quietly, you could almost hear a pin drop, he sat on it. He smiled, sat and got comfortable and then he relaxed into a sleeping position and closed his eyes.

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