The Dalmatian in the Rainstorm.
	An original comedy sketch.
	

	"Hiya, Spot," chirped Amy, scratching the Dalmatian behind 
his ears.  She stood just inside the door to the small apartment, 
still in her dripping raincoat.  She had set a large duffle bag 
to one side, and water was pooling off of it onto the floor.

	"He can't hear you, you know."

	She looked up to see Joe, Spot's owner.  "It never stops 
you," she pointed out.

	"True," Joe said, laughing and bending down to pet his dog 
affectionately.  "Have any trouble finding the new place.  She 
had been over four hours late.

	"Not really, it was just work," she replied.  

	Joe nodded.

	"So, this is it, huh?" she asked, looking around.  A few 
boxes were still scattered around, but the TV had been hooked up 
and the furniture arranged.

	"Yup.  It's a lot bigger.  I wanted to have plenty of room 
for an overnight guest."  He gave her a meaningful look.

	Amy laughed.  "Well, I'm here, aren't I?"  She watched as 
the Dalmatian trotted out a large doggie door to the back yard.    
"That long drive wasn't fun.  And speaking of long drives, 
where's your bathroom?"

	She took her duffle bag in, and when she emerged she was 
wearing pajamas.

	"Getting ready for bed?" he asked when he saw her.

	She nodded tiredly.  "Yeah, I know it's early, but I'm 
tired."

	"That's okay, but there's something you should know, and 
you're not going to like it."

	"Oh?"

	He winced.  "I don't have the full-sized bed anymore.  I've 
only got a twin in the bedroom."

	Amy groaned.  "Great.  Well, I'm not sleeping on the couch.  
You take it."  

	Joe shook his head.  "No one is sleeping on the couch.  We 
can share the bed just fine."

	Her expression showed that she didn't believe him.  They 
had never slept in a twin bed together, but given how much of the 
full-sized they took up she found it unlikely.  

	"Come on, I'll show you."

	Joe quickly stripped and hopped in bed, inviting her to lie 
beside him.  

	Amy looked at the skinny strip of sheets left and dubiously 
sat on the edge, allowing Joe to pull her down beside him and 
encircle her in his arms.  True to his word, she fit, and she fit 
better when she rolled onto her side in the spoon position.

	"See?" he murmured into her ear as she sighed.  "You're 
always wanting to snuggle, anyway."

	"Mmm."  She gave him a kiss.

	Ten minutes later, Amy blinked herself out back from the 
edge of sleep as she noticed the dog run up to the bed and look 
at them, preparing to jump.

	"Spot, NO," ordered Joe, also awake.

	But, as Joe was fond of pointing out, the dog was deaf, and 
jumped anyway.  The big wet dog soaked both them and the bed, and 
they were both forced to sleep elsewhere.

	The moral of this story is:

	Two people can sleep in a twin bed.

	But not two people and a wet Spot.