Me and the yellow dog.
27 degrees and I found a yellow dog. We're both cold but we have each other for the night; we ate bread and drank milk together. He and I are similar in that it's just us against the world. I wonder where he will be tomorrow. I wonder if we'll still be friends when the morning comes and the sun comes out. I hope so.
*Update 11/13/2019: the yellow dog came back tonight when it got cold; it is safe to say we're friends now. I named him "Rocky" after the chairman of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation. Rocky jumped over the back of the pickup to catch a rabbit; I need someone like that to watch my back. I also told him the Potawatomi story about the spider who kept the animals warm and he liked that a lot. So Rocky he became.