Stuart Dogs stood in the middle of the clearing, his head tilted back as he let out a long, mournful howl at the bright full moon above. His fluffy tail swished back and forth in rhythm with his howling, adding to the mesmerizing scene. As he continued to howl, it was as if he was communicating with the moon itself, his voice echoing through the night air. And as he finally lowered his head and turned to face me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the wild and untamed spirit that lay within him