curious Duke

I scrambled out of the tall boot when a quick drumming sound started against the door pane! Right beside the mat stood a tall woven umbrella stand. One long dark umbrella was leaning outward, its wooden curved handle hooking toward the floor. I stood on my hind paws and pressed my nose against the smooth, damp fabric folds. A cool, earthy smell drifted off the nylon, and tiny beads of water were clinging to the tip! I patted the bottom metal drip tray with one paw, watching the tiny droplets shiver and join into a little shiny puddle.