We have a little Jack Russell terrier in her twilight years.  Even though she’s a slow mover she is still very vocal and demanding when she wants something.  And Monday night, after we had been in bed a mere hour or so, I woke up to her yippy annoying barks.  I knew what she wanted.  I picked her up, scolding her as we climbed down the stairs to the back door.  “You need to take care of this before we go to bed - you know how this works!” I gently set her in the grass and told her to hurry up. She didn’t care.  These things take time, and she gingerly ambled off into the yard to find that perfect patch of grass.  I was getting grumpier by the second. If I ever got to go back inside to my nice warm bed, I was definitely not going to reward this behavior with a treat!  That’ll teach her.  And then, she’s standing in the middle of the yard, frozen, because she can’t remember where she is or what she’s doing - old dog brain fog.  I clap my hands and harshly whisper  “C’mon Roxie! It’s cold out here”.  No response because she also has selective hearing loss.  She can hear the mail carrier walking from 3 houses away, but can’t hear her own name from 10 feet.  Aaaarrrgggh!  I am never going to get back to sleep!  A little dramatic I know, but this 15 pounds of fur was ruining my entire life at the moment.  Just then my phone buzzed with a text message.  (I always put my phone in my robe pocket at night so I can call 911 in an emergency. I want to be presentable when the EMT’s arrive - but that’s another blog post)  It was my daughter.  She sent me a picture from her rooftop in Chicago with the caption “Happy Supermoon.  Love you.”  I looked up and realized we both were looking at the same night sky 400 miles apart but together. 

Read the rest of the story on Sara’s blog: https://www.sarathestoryteller.com/post/new-changes-new-you