April 16, 2025, 35.2*
I chased the moon from window to window trying to get the best glimpse of her. She was almost to the road winding in and out of trees and then, I lost sight of her. Last night Luna could not be seen at all had I wanted to stand with my face to the deluge of rain looking. From the window seen, gray clouds covered where she might have been. She could also be somewhere playing with the aurora, the celestial lights created by eruptions on the sun. I couldn’t see that either. In my pictures this morning, the moon could be mistaken for a cloud by a casual viewer. Perhaps someone driving to work got an eye full of her.
Before the gate that corrals Zsolt and Zayne was opened, I buckled Ruger’s halter on. Dogs have an amazing inventory of sounds. That plastic click means someone is going for a walk or a ride, they are going somewhere with the master. Everyone wiggles at that sound. It is more difficult to extract the chosen one from the three who follow closely waiting for the door to open. No one wants to be left behind even if the ride is to the vet. The two will pull the linen curtain back to see where we are going and stand with noses pressed against the glass when we return. I didn’t say they would watch and wait. I have returned before to find the entry rug in a different place perhaps deployed in a tug-of-war.
Whoever is patient has great understanding,
but one who is quick-tempered displays folly.
Proverbs 14:29 NIV
Photo: LJ Austin
