rain is NOT a good thing {open}

[FIZZ]

Finally, home. Letting his jaws relax their death grip on the cushion, he sighed. Muscles trembling from the hard work of dragging a cushion twice the size of him from that place to his home. Quickly, he pounced on it, ensuring that no one that had been watching would run by and take it. This was his bed, no one was going to take it from him. For a moment he stood tall, ears pricked with a possessive look in his white eyes but after a minute of nothing happening his body relaxed. His head lowered, as did his stiff tail as he turned, he spun a couple circles and then plopped down, for a moment, he lay in a tight ball, but with some grunting and shifting, he disentangled himself and stretched. Forepaws reaching one corner and back paws reaching the other diagonally.

Listening to the sounds around him, a drop touched his nose. With a sneeze he sat up, glancing up at the sky, it was dark, but not the end of the day, dark. It wasstormy. "Crap!" Looking around he saw the building, rotting, but dry. With a groan he rolled off the cushion, latching on firmly as another drop collided with his fur. The cold drop caused him to shiver as he started dragging his cushion again. He was tired, for a moment he considered looking for help, even with his abnormal strength, it had been a long trek back from the rv place. Really, the whole point of the cushion had been to bask in the sun, but he hadn't bothered to look up on the drag home. A nap in the shade will be fine to I guess. Though he would prefer a dry bed.

Glancing towards the building as best he could he groaned, he was still far and the rain was coming down a bit quicker, his tan and black fur was splotched with dark drops, his cushion was slowly getting heavier, although he couldn't tell if that was because he was simply getting tired or because of the rain, or both.