Doggedly damp day

Such a night; we awoke in the wee hours, feeling as if we'd been guzzling espresso. Perhaps our finely-tuned physical plants sensed the advent of the winter Solstice, and were urging us to...what? go snowshoeing by moonlight? Eh, too rainy.
Beloved spouse headed over to Othello, Washington, to do some work for a client. I resumed dog exercising this morning, only the little things didn't want to spend one extra millisecond out in the rain, with me dragging their shivering little asses about in hopes they would eliminate something or other. When I returned to the back door, juggling leashes, dogs and keys, the lock was not working. Feeling rather numb, I traipsed with the dogs digging in their eight little heels around to the front door. it seemed to be stuck, and I didn't want to risk breaking it by giving it the shove it evidently needed. Deep breaths, and back to the back door. The key functioned at last, and we went inside for their kind of unearned treats. Two more days of doggy duty, so I hope the rain stops.