A Waning Moon

Sometimes things that surround me serve as "prompts" for a post.  Lighting the night sky, the Moon, when full, is a beacon shining into the bedroom window.  It was when it vanished that I thought about our Moon.



Wandering into our yard and into our lives when we lived in VA, she fit right into our lifestyle at the base of the mountains.  She also melded nicely with Copper.  

He was friendly and would go to anyone.  She, on the other hand, was more stand-offish and became the protective one. 

 Quick to learn, our once love-starved Shepherd Husky, soon became known as "the escape artist."

Little did I know, at that time, that Huskies, by nature, love their freedom.  They do not like to be confined.

We had a fence in VA.  She would escape.  Most of the time we didn't know how...not unless it snowed.  We have a fence here in CT.  She has never tried to escape.  I wonder why.

Hunkering down in the recent 8" snowfall, as if she was lying on her bed in the house, this where she belongs, even if it was at 6:40 am.  

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