luxury.-Vinny-

The idea of living in a building was new to the mastiff and so she found it quite difficult to wander around it protecting it all day long. Thus, the Heart had decided to go and explore a neighboring building. It had long intrigued her, having stared at it quite a bit on her way too and from the hospital. It was a broken thing, nearly destroyed by the war, but it was still suitable for living and this caused her worry whom would be her neighbors? It was likely dogs would seek its walls for shelter- as well as try and get into her territory. It was, in part, the reason she had decided to explore it, to see just who had already came and gone and to see just how likely someone would be to decide to stay there permanently- something she was not entirely comfortable with.

Upon entering the first building, she was rather unimpressed, there was a lobby, with broken chairs and tables, most toppled and scattered across the floor. The walls were beginning to change colors, going from what she assumed was an off white to a dingy yellowish color. Leaves, dirt, twigs, anything that could have blown in on the wind or during a storm had managed to find its way onto the floor and in many cases against the wall. Shaking her head, she walked further into the building, already feeling its closed in walls getting too close for comfort. She did not like buildings and she doubted she ever would. Her nose was not designed like a hounds but even the French mastiff could pick up the scent of canines, both fresh and relatively stale. The fur along her back prickled slightly, but she refused to get ruffled by this. It was just a passerby, nothing more she was sure.

The mastiff made her way into what appeared to a kitchen of sorts, the appliances were worn down, dirty, some open. Obviously humans and animals alike had rummaged its contents long before she had arrived, but still, she could see the remnants of food. Its containers and wrappers littered the floor, even if the smell of the meals were gone- it could not stop her mind from wandering to lunch- something that made an unsightly thing happen to her. Drool began to slip from her mouth, not like on most dogs where it merely fell to the floor, her drool was thick and it hung from her jowls, slowly stretching earthward. Such things were common for her breed and she ignored the shoe lace-like strings that hung from her mouth. Pressing on she left the kitchen area and wandered a half exposed hallway, one side was simply gone, exposing the other to the elements.

She moved over rubble easily, eventually turning into one of the guest rooms and pausing. She had never been a house pet and the comforts they had been given were only recently being shown to her- the beds in the hospital were similar to dog beds…or so she had been told. Here, however, the mattresses could support more than just one dog- even if they were musty smelling and tattered. Is it soft? She wondered as she sauntered forward, walking right up to the bed before making a quick, easy jump up onto it. Her weight immediately sank in a bit, causing her to flex her muscles to remain balanced, she was not used to this. The mattress was still in good condition and she sighed quietly, digging with amusement at a cloth like covering before plopping down, her weight causing a bit of a bounce before she was still. She lay there, wondering how she could get the mattress out and over to her home. Carrying it wouldn’t be an issue, she could do that….but how to get it out of the room?