Nov 19, 2024
December is now closer to us than it ever was and true Texan fall is finally in full swing. The evenings are beautiful now; clear, calm, cool. Tonight the moon was planted in the center of the sky. I had spent the last ten minutes calling my dog inside for bed and she decided to stubbornly plop down in the grass. I left her out there to see if she would change her mind after I gave her a few moments to think. When I came back, however, I saw her looking at the moon. Paws forward, head titled, the white patch of fur on her chest like a small glowing mirror. And I wondered, does she look up at the moon and remember a time when she was a wolf?
