It was a long day yesterday, what with hijacking LA Observed and finishing the last chapter of a book project and dressing the little dog in a raincoat.

The first two tasks make sense, but the raincoat? I come up empty. Is it that that Maisie's a good-natured little lab with very short legs? Or that I cleaned a closet and found this little slicker, which a friend gave her? Does a branch of my family tree reach out to the Marquis de Sade?

Whatever the answer, Maisie was jolly while a friend and I dressed her. And then we laughed so hard, we frightened the neighbors.