It's a nice tale. One of happiness. Of a good ending. Of interaction with a cheeky little rescue pupper.
So why is my chest crushed and why am I crying?
Well, the story talks about the timid dog not taking up the bed, implied in part because it's scared of its own shadow, the pupper only being scared of the garage door, and the potential big scary dog that might own the bed and how it might come back to bite the new guy. As, if the pupper is *only* scared of the garage door and the pupper hasn't taken the bed then, the big scary doggo has to be very scary.
Except there is no big scary dog, the previous incumbent was also timid, and deaf, near blind, and a practically mute little critter. My last memory of him is him 'sniffing' back at me as I said goodbye at the airport.
This little guy never really gave up his bed, more sort of lost it when he went for a wander around the mountains without his owner and never found his way back.
So no, new little wonderful occupant, there's no scary doggo coming to take your bed away, and if the previous doggo ever comes back well there's plenty of room to share.
