The moon rises now around 4 PM. I know this not because I've been checking the almanac, but because twice this weekend, Zorro was on the deck of our house in WV when the moon rose, and chaos ensued. Not only did he bark madly at the moon, he stamped his front paws, like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum at the grocery store.
I know that border collies are closely related to wolves. But Zorro doesn't howl at the moon; he berates it. The only way to get him to stop is to put him inside. And this was just a crescent moon. God knows what a full moon will unleash.
Weirdly (and this is a word that can't be overused where border collies are concerned), he only reacts this way when the moon is on the rise. Later Saturday, I took him out for a walk before bedtime, and the moon was behind the house, high above the trees. It was bright enough to read the newspaper by, but he ignored it.
Also need to add to things he doesn't like: the blender and the hand mixer. However, Denny used his chain saw yesterday to clear the trail we're building, and that didn't bother him a bit.
Successful walk this afternoon: he sat quietly while a dog passed us on the bike path. I rewarded him with two treats.
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