Heh. The low mix of a sigh and quiet woof is amusing in tone as he closes his eyes and then takes a paw and rubs some of the water droplets off his muzzle. Even his expression seems amused when his head suddenly raises. Someone in the alley over has decided the rain's let up enough to drop a trash can outside, a can filled with food. He sniffs the air, and then realizes his tongue has lolled out. Licking his chops, he stands, looking from the small dog, then over toward the alley where his senses are telling him there's warm nourishment.

He issues a low, gently woof again. Come on, there's something to eat.