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The howling wind in the front yard blew the trees double. Hearing it made them both uneasy. The nervous dog paced the length of the living room and back, whining uncomfortably.
He was sitting in front of the fireplace, keeping watch on any stray sparks as she finished the dinner dishes. The fire was sputtering, sometimes blazing, sometimes blowing down to a hot amber glow. He lifted his right hand as he continued to read the paper, “Come here, pup.” The dog worried over and placed her head on his hand, then whine softly and walk to the foyer again.
“I think we’re in for a rough night,” she said as she carried her book to the hearth and nestled down next to the fire. “There you are on your winter throne.” He chuckled good-naturedly. “I’ve always said that if the end of the world came, they would find your ass right here, in front of the fireplace.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to the book, glancing up slyly at his good-natured face. Eventually the dog came to lie at her feet. Curling her butt as closely as she could to the woman’s feet, she finally rested her head between her paws and began to snooze.
Sometimes, a false sense of security is better than nothing.