Chase sighed heavily.
Their mission was hard.
Piece by piece, the uniform returned to the shelf until it finally stood only in the collar.
He went to his doghouse.
he frowned as he searched for the missing item.
- Where the hell is my blanket?
He wasn't husky and the nights were cold
He loved the blanket, it kept you warm and at the same time soft.
Maybe he left it in the laundry room.
The night was cold
He needed that blanket.
He wasn't in the laundry room.
He leaned grumpily against the wall, trying to figure out what might have happened to him before realizing there was one spot he hadn't checked.
Slowly he peered into zuma doghouse
There was his blanket wrapped around a Labrador female who fell asleep in her bed.
With a tender smile, Chase walked over to her, managed to slip under the blanket, then put his paws around her.
He pulled the blanket over them both, snuggling against her and enjoying the warmth.
- Mm… Chase? asked the half-conscious Zuma, and Chase kissed her lightly on the back of the neck, then pulled her closer to Himself.
- I had to look around for my blanket before I found it.
- I miss you ... she whispered back ... it smells like you.
- I'm here now, honey ... chase assured her ... Go back to sleep. We'll talk later.
Chase wrapped himself around zuma and they fell asleep in their paws.