Big Guy grabbed the bird-watching things he puts up to his eyes and took Big Lady out on the deck the other night. He said he was looking for the Moon.
I could have told them where the Moon is. Dogs always know where the moon is. I watch it sometimes when the sky gets dark. Sometimes when I watch the Moon, I can hear Emma next door, which means I have to run up and down the fence line and and talk to her. Sometime I can hear Wild Coyotes howling from somewhere in the distance. They're a bit scary. Patrick and I can do impressions of Coyotes. We played "coyote howl" for Big Lady and Big Guy one early morning but they weren't pleased. I didn't think it was too early in the morning, but they did. That's what they get for sleeping in late!
Oh, sorry. I digress. Back to the Moon. After a little bit of looking through the bird-watching things, Big Guy came back into the house and let us out on the deck to take a look at the Moon, too. Here are some pictures Big Guy took with the camera. You can't see me in them, but I'm there. The Moon looks like someone took a bite out of it. This is the view from my step. The Moon looks a little bit different.
Oh, and the flag below it is from one of our neighbors. They're patriotic. I think this is left over from Fourth of July. Or maybe Christmas. I wouldn't want anyone to think that we saw an American Flag in the sky up by the Moon. It's actually tethered to the side of their house.
