The Stars at Night are Big and Bright

The other night, Mollie was extremely restless. She kept pacing around the house, panting loudly, staring at me, and pawing at my leg. We had just been for a long walk, so she wasn't wanting for exercise or a constitutional, and she had eaten recently, so it wasn't starvation. I opened the back door, and she immediately hustled outside and sat in the yard, looking up toward the moon. I thought "Ok, Mollie, are you going to howl at the moon now?" I went outside to see what she was on about, and looked up to see the Perseid meteor shower. I followed her example and lay down on the grass to watch the shooting stars.

Good dog.