The amazing, fluffy, soft golden fur of a dog is beautiful when I gently rub my hand across its back, feeling each hair graze my hand, watching each hair compress into her body and slowly rising up after removing my hand from her back. At the same time, my dog is enjoying a bone as large as her leg, chewing at the tough middle as she paws at the massive bone made from raw animal bones, growling as she gets more impatient.

The wonderful view of seeing a dog digging at the couch trying to find a warm, cozy spot to rest, lying gently in a donut position on a teal couch made out of a soft or rough fabric, using two rectangular pillows with a light teal color covering each side of the pillow, with spiraling circles all across, as a headrest. The dog has a relaxing facial expression from its dark brown eyes, gazing around the room, trying to rest after a long day of barking vigorously at squirrels as they roam along the greenful back yard, standing tall on its legs, having the posture of a show dog with its head held high, she boffs at the squirrels pressing her slimly nose on to the window leaving a coat of slimy saliva. She whimpers and barks aggressively, getting louder and angrier each time, her sharp nails scratch the window wildly like she is a toddler jamming her finger at a display window, begging her mom to get new doll, the longer the she has sight of the squirrels feasting on acorns . The dog releases a heavy yawn of tiredness, being able to see its pink tongue curl up in its mouth, releasing an odor of old dog food and a strong scent of fish, having a view of all her white rigged grown-up teeth. Her tail gently rests on the couch's handrest, her tail sways left to right while each hair glides along with her tail, her eyelids gradually get heavier like carrying multiple stacks of milk bones on both of her eyelids.

As the dog enters a slumber zone, I watch her white golden fur chest rise up and down as she breathes in a stable pattern. Touching her chest my hand felt heat from her body warming up the couch as she lies on the couch in a fantasizing manner of comfort and beauty. My face felt a gust of warm air coming from her slimy, silky black nose, which looks like it's from a dry, sandy desert because the cracks on her nose resemble the cracks in the sand of a desert. There is a silent huffing my ears heard coming from her nose as she breathes, gradually getting louder and louder, then drops too silent for me to hear as she sleeps gently on the couch. She claims that she just naps on the couch, as her legs and arms twitch as she moves in her sleep.