There is a full moon out tonight and I can see it clearly through my computer room window and that got me to reminiscing about this dog I used to have named Cujo. A very appropiate name for him in alot of ways. He was destined to be a big dog, solid black with a brown circle on his chest and one of his feet, a brilliant blue eye and an eye so dark brown it was almost black.
When I walked Molly just a few minutes ago, I heard some dogs at the other end of the neighborhood barking and carrying on and that is what made me think of Cujo. He used to sit up in his dog lot at night and if there was a full moon, he would just howl to his heart's content. He would throw that head back and turn it loose. "ooooooo, oooo, ooooooooooo" and he would really draw that last one out. I loved listening to him do it although sometimes it would send a chill down my spine because of the power and the sadness of his wail.
He disappeared with his mother Maggie one afternoon and I never saw them again. That was when I really understood the power and the sadness of his wail.
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