Moon Dog

It was a toasty 27 degrees this morning when Polar Bear and I left the house at 0300 hrs bound for the dog park. There was also a waning, three quarters moon and I was hoping to get some good photos of my moon dog. When I took him a few nights ago during the full moon, it was crystal clear and he glowed like a fluorescent dog in the moonlight. But of course, when I finally remembered to bring my camera, it was foggy and the camera helpfully picked up all the individual droplets rather than my handsome boy. I am too impaired with a camera to figure out how to fix that. Nevertheless:

"It's cold and dark mom. Why are we here? I think I see the car over yonder..."

"I heard something. I'm sure of it. I think it's the sound of my bed."

"You call this devotion. I call this stupidity!"

"Good thing I've added that extra layer of fur (fat, says mom) to keep me warm."

"I am smiling but my devil eyes give me away. You will pay for this."

Midway through our stroll around the frozen park, PB suddenly took off at warp speed. I sometimes forget how fast he is because I almost never see him run at full speed. He usually just gallops to catch up to me and then comes to a screeching halt. However, today he shot off like a rocket, barely above the ground and disappeared into a copse of trees. I knew there was no one else there and no other dogs (because no one else is as stupid as I am to get up at 3 in the morning in the freezing cold) but I was concerned about coyotes. We had just passed one on the off ramp from the freeway and I could see him getting into a scrap with one. But whatever it was, he probably scared it to death because he quickly returned with a big smile on his face. My heart rate returned to normal shortly thereafter...

"Did you see it mom? Did you? Did you? I think it's still there."

In exchange for taking years off my life, I made him pose in a more dignified manner.

But he wouldn't let it go after that. "I shall keep watch until the sun goes down. Or comes up as the case may be..."