Several years ago, my dog started going bonkers. Running around the house, making a noise that sounded like something in between outraged barking, mournful howling and a bizarre, guttural growl.
I’d heard of animals losing their marbles during the full moon, but I filed it away under “Old Wive’s Tales”—-a strange thing for a witch to do, considering how much stock we tend to put in old wive’s tales, and particularly when they feature the moon.
That night just happened to be the Wolf Moon, and while the rational parts of me still insist on the purely coincidental nature of my dog’s odd behavior, the less rational side of me believes she clearly responded to the energy of that moon. Her moon.
I am able to say without a doubt, I never saw her act that way before, and I haven’t seen it since.
Either way, with the Wolf Moon…
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