Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

Although she could never regret her trip to see Deirdre, it had taken a lot out of her. Already a big napper, Spur took to sleeping most of the day, every day, curled into a ball in her little corner near the doorway of The Crook if not snuggled up with one family member or another. The usual sleepiness ailed her this morning but it was too hot, loud and crowded inside the communal den, so the lithe pup slunk out into the daylight, walked in a random direction and curled up beneath the patchy shade of a regrowing shrub.

When Mordecai wandered by, a branch in his mouth, the little dewdrop—who was usually a fairly light sleeper (thanks, anxiety)—didn't so much as stir. She snored softly, utterly dead to the world.