The dogs of La Manzanilla, Jalisco, singing their eerie music; first one begins yipping, then another joins in, then another, until the whole neighbourhood echoes with high-pitched yips, yaps and yowls, for several minutes; then all is silence again, except for the distant Pacific surf. What sets them off? Who knows? A cat, perhaps, or an iguana? Or just an irresistible urge to sing?
Is it some kind of canine conference? Choir practise? Or an attempt to communicate with entities unguessed at by mere humankind? Whatever, it is a music not meant for human ears. Perhaps they await answering howls from the canine denizens of some distant planet orbiting Sirius, the Dog Star; or, perhaps, a reply from the droopy-eared inhabitants of Pluto, in our own star system, indignant at the demotion of their home world to mere Dwarf Planet status.
We can only surmise, and listen whether we will or no.
Athanor.
