companion to his solitude.
“Sirius,” Dog repeated softly. “Wisdom and guidance.”
He wondered if the star held secrets—the kind that could unravel the mysteries of tides and moon phases, of dreams and wishes. Perhaps, just perhaps, Sirius would whisper to him on this moon-kissed night.
As for the constable at the beach police station, Dog decided to visit. Maybe there, amidst the sand and seagulls, he’d find answers to questions he hadn’t yet asked. And who knew? Perhaps the constable would be a stargazer too, sharing stories of the night sky and the constellations that guided their paths.
With a final glance at the Dog Star, Dog set off, his paws leaving imprints in the sand—a map of his own making, leading him toward wisdom and the quiet conversations between earth dog said to the constable there the next day