Milo’s’ small brown speckled puppy face oozed endearing cuteness from the puppy carry case. My daughter, Jen arrived at my house Saturday evening. Off work late, she decided to stay the night at my house and brought Mr. Milo along for a visit.
He is a Brittany Spaniel, about 2 months old and full of zestful energy. Unlike the languorous nature of rubenesque Miss Cleo cat, Milo galloped throughout the house and retrieved shoes stashed under beds and furniture.
In spite of his adorable face that pleaded for sweet, mushy attention, a few random, cranky thoughts crossed through my brain. An empty nester for several years now, I navigate my days unfettered by care-taking tasks , and puppy Milo required supervised attention.
Inside voice groaned and complained, “Oh great, he is going to interrupt my sleep as we need to take him out a least once to go to the bathroom.”
We tried to watch a show, but Mr. Milo demanded our full attention. Finally we abandon our movie plan, and Jen took Milo out back to run him back and forth in the yard to help dial down his exuberant energy so we could sleep. Sure enough, a few hours into a lovely slumber, I heard the signals that Milo needed to go outside.
Jen roused herself and together we stumbled out the back door with Milo in tow. Crisp air danced lightly on our faces, and the full moon illuminated the grass delicately painted with frost. While we waited for Milo to sniff out that perfect spot, we both looked up to a sky covered with a patterned formation of broken white clouds. The creation of the clouds appeared to form a large circle that covered two-thirds of the sky.
As the clouds moved, the harvest moon managed to occupy a place in the center, and the effect was that of a cosmic spotlight beaming to the earth. The graceful early morning silence enfolded us. We both stood longer than I thought we would and watched the clouds lazily sweep across the sky. The moon continued to find open slots to peek at us with a soft, fall weather illumination.