The puppies, however, don't seem to have much appreciation for the night sky. They've found a spot by the back step under the porch light where they can curl up in a little pile. When I came out the door with the trash tonight, five little heads popped up inquisitively. "Adorable" doesn't begin to cover it.
Oh. Yes. Sad to say, only five now. We lost one this weekend, unfortunately.
I sang them "Goodnight, puppies" on my way inside.