I do not like walking Rose in the dark. At. All. I cannot see, unless I'm beneath a tall, bright streetlight!! Dangers for Rose lurk everywhere!! There may be piles of wormy, dark-hued animal poop just awaiting her brown muzzle to inspect.... And eat. Sly, mask-faced, ring-tailed raccoons can lurk about. In the pitch-black darkness, it's as though everything is invisible at times!! Plus.... I am afraid of the dark. Yep!! Afraid. As though some hairy monster, resembling Sasquatch, is going to sneak up from behind me and steal my body away!! It's silly. I know. Whenever I actually enjoy walking Rose in the dark is beneath a spectacular clear blue sky filled with twinkling stars. Plus the moon. It's oft overcast and rainy around here, so a dark, sparkling sky is nothing to take for granted!! The other night, we were all eagerly anticipating something special. Something rare. Something grand. We were waiting to catch a glimpse of The Full Flower Moon!! However, there was cloud coverage. So we waited. And waited. And waited some more. We could see where this colossal-sized moon would be, as its white glow radiated the clouds. Time kept ticking. Our one-window opportunity to see the year's largest moon was swiftly diminishing, like descending sands in an hourglass. It seemed hopeless. So everybody gave up and went to bed. Except me. I still needed to walk Rose!! So, around 10PM, I saddled my little girl's red harness and snapped on her leash. Out the white magnetic front door we stepped. While walking, I kept a vigilant eye on that glow in our clouds. I watched and watched. I had never desired to witness a full moon so badly before!! Meanwhile, Rose sniffed everything.... Wooden fence posts, bushes, green grass, sidewalks. She was tracking some scent, like the Beagle within her would. Most likely another dog's urine locations. Hounds!! Then, emerging from the clouds like some shy child peering his head from behind a doorway, there it was!! Small. And not at all what I had expected. For I missed The Super Moon's time. This was just a normal, nearly-full white ball. However, I marveled at its breathtaking beauty, anyway!! Rose continued to sniff every crevice of our small world. Wooden fence posts, bushes, green grass, sidewalks.... And, no, she did not bay at the top of her vocal chords!! See, Rose doesn't howl. She tried to once, but it did not come out right!! No. Rose bays!! But my mongrel was too distracted for that!! Because between her Attention Deficit Disorder and hound instincts, she seemed mentally occupied!! But this was okay with me!! Rose's high-pitched bay could be heard clear in China!! Was this moon a colossal disappointment? Nope!!