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MOONDOG

It was bedtime. The pup should have been in bed. He should have been very sleepy. It had been a long day. Randy was here, we had two very long walks; one filled with dog buddies to frolic with. There was a lot of running and chasing in the yard. It was bedtime. The pup should have been in his bed. He was not.

Actually, he is very sleepy but he cannot let go. It is the full moon; too much light; a lot of shadows. There is the pull of the tide on his 'body fluids'. He waits. He wonders. He stays at the windows. He is edgy. There is no real rest.

It has taken us a rather long while to figure out that his moony behavior is not about us. It is a primal disturbance; biorhythmic. Now that we know it is a regular thing, we can be prepared. He is having his period.

As if to underline my point, the paper man just flew by. The same guy, the same car, the same 'bomp' of the paper hitting the pavement; daily. But, this day, our pup is up! Moan, groan, run, back to me and on my lap to tell me face to face that there is trouble. I pet and comment and make a show of going to look and then things settle down. I tell him it's the paper guy. He calms. A drink of water, a bit more breakfast, a quick snuggle when he gets half up on his hassock and moans again; 'come pet me'; back into his crate; he naps. Relaxing. Waiting for the next lunar event. Mooned. There he goes. Another groan. Easy, Franklin. The sun will be up soon. And maybe, tonight the moon will start to wane again. We can all ease out.