A couple hours have passed since the unfortunate wish of escape and you've barely moved an inch in the poodles bowels. You've spent enough time to get used to the stench and the noises but the feeling of your body was still alien to you. You knew your host was still wandering the night, the quiet movements of its made that obvious. Hopefully it was going to release you from this foul prison. Though that thought was to far fetched as the stray found shelter under a bench and began to rest till nature called.
The stopping of movement gave you a glimmer of hope only to be filled with dread. The silent breaths of the poodle slowed down indicating that it was time to sleep. You began to mentally weep for your were going to spend the night baking in the bowels of a dog till nature thought you could come out.