While restocking papers at Einstein Bros. Bagels, I stumbled upon a pampered doggie lounging in front of the restaurant while being kept cool by a battery-operated fan. This, of course, required some investigation. I found the dog's owner inside. Patricia Wood explained that she carries the fan in her car so Rive, her dog, doesn't overheat. During our conversation Patricia revealed that Rive is a poet! She just happened to have one of the dog's poems in her bag and gave it to me for publication. A dog poet. What is next, dogs and cats keeping diaries? (see Howling at the Moon by Susan Smith)