D.O.P.-T.

The moon is still big and the dog spent a couple of hours from shortly before midnight bounding around in the backyard hunting rodents, or cats, or marsupials, or red-eyed no-nosed nothings. I was writing; I heard her come in and settle down on my bed, but she was out there again when I finished up and I had to lure her in with a treat.

( Western yard decor, now no longer seen in the neighborhood. )