Michaela’s POV.
The feeling of a cold, wet, snuffly nose brings me out of the darkness. Then a lick and a whine. I crack my eyes open and I feel warmth envelope me from both sides of me. But it’s the black nose and muzzle of Samson that makes me smile.
“I’m ok baby, I’m ok.” I stroke his chin and up to behind his ears when he wriggles around and lands on my belly and the air leaves me with a whoosh but I giggle, anyway. His big butt is wiggling as he crawls up my body, one big paw next to my head as he attacks me with kisses. Then I hear an oof at the side of me and turn my head to see Samson’s other paw on top of a blonde head.
“Samson you big baby, your toe beans stink.” Luc says and I laugh and then stop. I look around frantically and realise where I am. This is not my room. This is
