I was wearing a pink cotton jersey t-shirt and was doodling a series of squiggly lines in black ink while sitting on a patio. A small groomed black poodle walked out of the house, unaccompanied, and jumped up in my lap. I pet and cuddled the poodle, assured that it would not leave hair on me because poodles supposedly do not shed. When I put the poodle down, my pink top was covered with curly black hairs that had come off the dog. A close up of my top and the page I had doodled revealed they were both covered in the same pattern-my top with the curly hairs and the paper with the squiggly lines.