Mo'i in the moonlight, in Paradise... Our ancient and venerable field spaniel (Mo'i) just keeps getting better. Beyond the Miracle of the Unnecessary Diapers, he's now getting physically stronger. There are increasingly frequent moments when he seems downright playful and frisky. Where he used to bark piteously at 2 or 3 am to be taken out for a walk (and to pee prodigiously), he now only occasionally barks to be let out before we wake up on our own.
That's what happened this morning. I awoke around 4 am, then read email and news for an hour or so before actually getting up. I took a leisurely shower, then wandered out to the kitchen to greet Mo'i. He was up, wagging his tail, and eager to get outside. We walked out into a wonderfully cool, still morning, brightly lit by the full moon that was about to set over the mountains to our west. He strained at the leash to go off and investigate all the things he could smell, and I could not. I smelled just four things: pines, spruce, roses, and the complex aroma of the irrigation canal. Mo'i ignored all those things and chased invisible trails of mice, muskrats, neighborhood cats, and who knows what else. He's reveling in the lush green grass of our lawn, something he rarely saw in Jamul. He was obviously having a good dogly time, tail wagging like mad. A couple of times, walking alongside me, he reached up and nibbled my fingers – something he did as a puppy when he was happy. The fact that he survived his cancer to make it up here, and can enjoy it, is a source of great satisfaction to Debbie and I...
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