Rose run off
Immediately after posting the earlier story, where I briefly referred to lunar eclipses, I noticed that one of the dogs I was watching had disappeared. Kelly is usually the one that jumps the fence, but she was right here at my feet. The head-scratcher was that I was almost certain Rose was still in the house, but after searching high and low –even in closets and cupboards, it was proven she was gone.
I had heard before about animals revealing mysterious behaviors during eclipses, but this was the first time I had actually seen this stirred. I ran down the quiet road, calling for Rose (at least she had a cool name, not something like ‘Einstein’ or ‘Dilbert’) I even went to look into her locked house, in the event she somehow found her way out of the cold, back home. However, she was nowhere around. The rose-colored moon was revolving towards its inevitable return, but Rose had not rolled home yet.
Finally, she showed up at the door in one of those states of overexcitement, where she can hardly contain herself in her body. What a sweetheart she is.
And today looks to be another sunny day.
Update: Perhaps last night, Rose was having some unnerving predilection towards this.