Full Moon

I was exactly three months old yesterday. It was also a full Moon in the clear sky at night. Tonight, we could still see the Moon, but it was blurry behind a thin layer of clouds.

Our wild ancestors, the wolves, howl at the full Moon. To dogs living in the civilisation, it is not much more than a street lamp without a lamppost. I wonder if the wolves' howl is part of an ancient religion, maybe they worship the Moon?