Doppler is on a sofa that runs perpendicular to this one. A few minutes ago she stood up and stared at me.
“Come over,” I offered while tapping my palm on my right leg.
She got up walked the gap between the couches and stood on my lap licking my face. That meant she had to go to the little girl’s lawn.
Excellent timing. The sky is clear. The Moon is nearly full and absolutely overhead. As bright as night can be.
Is there such a things a lunar noon? If there isn’t there should be. It’s lunar noon.
I remember walking on nights like this with Ivy. It bothered me she never looked up. Do dogs even know there is sky? It is totally inconsequential to them.
Shame. What a pretty night.