My person and I went out on my trails late yesterday. The sun was just about down and everything was in shadow. My person says that this time of year it’s cooler when we go out that late, but I know that was only her excuse. She left me alone all day and got home late.
We were walking along my trails and I kept hearing a squeaky sound. It sounded like one of my squeaky toys and I thought maybe one of my trail dog friends had brought a squeaky toy out with him. But that dog had to be really good because there was no way I could make any of my toys go squeak, squeak, squeak that fast.
I kept hoping my trail dog friend would catch up to me and I could figure out how he did it, but I didn’t see any other dogs on my trails.
Then I remembered something Marina and Bassetmomma, two of my blogging friends, told me. They said to “look up.” They were telling me to look up for those elusive century plants and I never could figure out how they could be hiding in the sky, but this squeaky sound seemed to be coming from above me.
So I looked up.
And you know what I saw?
Dozens of bats, dancing around in the sky. I bet they were having trouble finding those elusive century plants too.
But you know what the best part is?
My person couldn’t make me stop while she took pictures. Her camera doesn’t reach that far.
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