I shut the front door, finally home from a hot day at the foundry. I huff a steaming breath into the air as I climb the stairs, shedding most of my work gear. My paw-boots drop off as I kick a thick leg. I open the door to our bedroom, where you're reading. I unzip my dirty, moist jumpsuit. My smoky grey fur is doused in a day's sweat and grime. I pull the jumpsuit open, inviting you to climb in as my tongue laps at my chops. My Texan accent rumbles. "Been workin' all day, honey. Get in."