Claes wasn’t in his usual spot at the mouth of the den, but that was only because he was busy sleeping all cozily huddled up with Momma and Anna - undoubtedly dreaming of fantastical puppy things.
The sudden screech from Anna bolted him upright and he grumbled unhappily. “SSSHH ANNA,” He hollered sleepily back, but she was long gone, out of the den after Momma. Claes sighed deeply, staring forlornly at the opening Anna had disappeared from. The mightiest of yawns stretched his jaw, and he too dragged himself to his feet to trudge, half-asleep, to the entrance.
The incline was too much, because his brain was sleep-addled, and instead of crawling out of the den to join the rest, he flopped grumpily into his spot and grumbled a little more at the prospect of staying awake, jaw working in drowsy anger.
He plopped his head right onto the ground at the den and watched Anna march up to Momma and demand her breakfast. His own tummy rumbled at him, but he wasn’t so hungry he wanted to make the effort it would take to rise up and go to Momma. Dozing sounded much more appealing right this second, thanks.
Perhaps in a little bit he would drag himself over. It wasn’t worth it to wrestle Anna for the best position just yet.
Jan 09, 2018 09:49 PM — Post #3
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