Instead of rescuing the pup, I dove into my tent seeking what little shelter it afforded. I did not like getting soaked to the skin! Outside, Toughy was howling like someone was beating him with a stick. He did not like the rain, either! I thought it was rather funny, but my mirth was quashed a few minutes later when my tent collapsed on top of me. The nylon canvas was heavy with water and it stuck to my wet poncho making escape difficult. To complicate things further, the zipper on the tent flap got stuck. I wiggled my way through the reduced hole and got thoroughly soaked in the extrication. I untied Toughy and sprinted for the train work station where I could get out of the rain. Getting warm and dry was another thing!