Warm up...

The dog finally went poop which meant I could go in out of the rain. I stepped inside, rain streaming from the baseball hat I'd had the presence of mind to slap on my head before heading out with the poodle. Not that my usual 3:00 a.m. 'do was anything I needed to protect - rather I'd had the sheets of my warm, comfy, and dry bed in mind. I hung the coat and the hat on the hook by the door and turned toward the steaming poodle. He looked woefully bedraggled and smelled of wet dog.