Few quotes about observed clouds on the Moon from NASA paper
"Lunar transient phenomena have been observed for almost 1 1/2 millenia, both by the naked eye and telescopic aid. The author has been collecting these reports from the literature and personal communications for the past 17 years. It has resulted in a listing of 1468 reports representing only slight searching of the literature and probably only a fraction of the number of anomalies actually seen."
"Small whitish cloud"
"Nebulous appearance"
"Looked like a cloudy spot"
"Looked like a cloudy spot"
"Black moving haze or cloud"
"Cloud less intense"
"Conspicious bright spot. Also on 7th, absent on 8th. Cloud-like effect where light had been on 8th."
"Faint, but unmistakable white cloud not seen before."
"Gas cloud over it & its companion; everywhere else was fine detail"
"Fog in W. part of crater. Faint shimmer like thin white cloud"
"Traces of cloudiness on E. slope at 2115h."
"G. Ward (a lunar observer for 15 years) observed an area just south west of Mersenius C to be blurred and in a greenish cloud. [...] The observer checked other areas but did not see any similar effects. They also rotated and changed eyepieces, but this made no difference to the TLP."
"2 faint clouds in the E. part of crater."
"Fog in W. part of crater. Faint shimmer like thin white cloud"
"Faint but unmistakable white cloud not seen before (Plate crater)"
"Odd, misty look as if vapor were in or about them."
"Interior of crater had a cloudy apperance."
"Light cloud or mist at edge."
"Dense clouds of vapor apparently rising from its bottom & pouring over its SW wall towar Herod. He says no activity till day after sunrise & ceases a few days before sunset."
"Variations in vapor column. Crater D covered."
"Filled with pale luminous haze tho all surrounding features were sharp & normal. Walls also hazy."
"Cloud rising from Fis marked."
"Sudden appearance of white spot like a cloud. Moved across the crater."
"Areas E. of Picard appeared featureless. Cloud-like patches."
"Oval dark area near center, disappeared in 15m."
"Enveloped in obscuring, cloud-like mist."
"Obliterated by a hovering cloud. [...] Wilkins saw burst of light and dust cloud."
"Concealed by a dusky cloud. Appeared to be steam or smoke. No change in 1h. Following week no trace."
"Gas cloud over it and it's companions. Everywhere else was fine detail."
"White gas obscuration. Moved at 20mph decreased in extent. Phenomena repeated."
"Gas cloud. Motion."
"Green color, yellow-reddish (over Demonax ? chrom. aberr.?). Diffused cloud seen outside disk over Leibnitz mts. in Cleostratus area."
"Peculiar haziness in NE (ast. ?) corner of crater. Greenish-yellow tint similar to M. Crisium at FM. Central crater was clearly vis. N. wall showed no detail at all."
"A kind of vapor cloud seen coming from S. pole, vis. intermittently."
"Dark cloud covering Conon."
"Very dark blue dark cloud moving W-E."
"Think white cloud, intensely variable, faint bright shimmer on Plato."
"Maroon color covering the ridge of Herod. Cloud disappeared after 10min."
"Saw a bright, luminous, blue, misty cloud on the NE rim. Obscur. for 1st hr hen gave way to pink & features becam vis. Cloud was tear-drop shape. No movement to glow. Pink cloud glowed too. Very tenuous by 0130h. (Nakamura says there were no seismic events within several hrs. of this time). Another per- on saw it without being advised as to where it was."
If i were to quote all the observations that mention mist, fog, haze instead of cloud, there would be thousands of them, so enough for those with eyes to see.
Now that you know NASA has been telling you about centuries of observation of clouds and UFOs on the Moon, you may read early contactee books in a different light, specifically.
From George Adamski Inside the Spaceships
I asked him if the ship would go close enough so that I could see the surface of our satellite with my own physical eyes. He smiled and said, “That will not be necessary. Come and look—with this instrument we can bring the Moon up to within a short distance of where we are, so that you will be able to see it as clearly as if you were walking on it.” I asked him how far we now were from the Moon, and was told, “About forty thousand miles.” I hoped very much that we might circle the Moon, so that I could see for myself what was on the other side in that temperate zone he had mentioned. At the same time I realized that there might be things there which they did not care to have me see. And to this thought came a quick confirmation from the Saturnian pilot. “We must test you with the information already given you before we reveal some things. We realize, perhaps better than you, the weaknesses of men, even of those who have a great desire to do right. We must be careful not to add to Earthly destruction.” As the instrument for viewing the Moon at close range was adjusted, I was amazed to see bow completely wrong we are in our ideas about this, our nearest neighbor. Many of the craters are actually large valleys, surrounded with rugged mountains, created by some past terrific upheaval within the body of the Moon. I could see definite indications that, on the side which we see from Earth, at one time there must have been plenty of water. Zulu said, “There is still plenty on the other side, as well as much hidden deep within the mountains on this side.” He then pointed out to me, up on the flanks of the mountains surrounding the craters, definite traces of ancient water lines. True, some of the craters had been formed by meteorites hitting the Moon’s surface, but in every such case, these craters showed definite funnel bottoms. And as I studied the magnified surface of the Moon upon the screen before us, I noticed deep ruts through the ground and in some of the imbedded rock, which could have been made in no other way than by a heavy run-off of water in times past. In some of these places there was still a very small growth of vegetation perceptible. Part of the surface looked fine and powdery, while other portions appeared to consist of larger particles similar to coarse sand or fine gravel. As I watched, a small animal ran across the area I was observing. I could see that it was fourlegged and furry, but its speed prevented me from identifying it. Little of what I was seeing was strange to me, because for years I had been thinking and talking about it in much this way. The Saturnian appeared aware of this, for he stated that it was partly for this reason they had decided to give me this close view now. He promised that, at some later date, they would show me the other side of our Moon. “This, too,” he added, “will not be too different from the way you have imagined it.” As the promise was made to me, the screen showing the Moon went blank, although the other screens continued to operate.
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As we entered, Ramu must have touched a button for I saw two very small seats rise as if by magic out of the floor. And at the same time, directly in front of them, I saw our Moon appear in the center of a large screen. I was amazed at how close it looked, and not at all as if pictured on a screen, but with depth of space all around it. So this was the surprise! For a moment I thought we might be actually coming in for a landing. Ramu said, “You are now looking at the familiar side of your Moon, but we are not landing on it. The image is being reflected on the screen from one of the telescopes which was not in operation the first time you were with us. Look closely as we approach the surface and you will note considerable activity. In the numerous large craters which you see from Earth you will notice very large hangars—which you do not see! Notice, too, that the terrain here is very similar to your deserts. “We have built these hangars on such a scale in order that much larger ships than this one can enter easily. Also within these hangars are living quarters for a number of workers and their families, provided with every comfort. Water in abundance is piped in from the mountains, just as you have done on your Earth for the purpose of bringing fertility to your desert areas. “When a ship enters these hangars, a process of depressurizing the passengers takes place. This requires about twenty-four hours. Were this not done, the people would experience the greatest discomfort in stepping out on the Moon. Such a depressurization process is not yet conceivable to Earthlings. They understand too little about the bodily functions and their control. Actually, human lungs are able to adjust themselves to very low as well as high pressure, if deflation or inflation is not done too quickly. If hurried, death would result.” I would gladly have undergone the necessary deflation for the privilege of actually landing on the Moon. There was nothing demanding my immediate return to Earth. But with a sympathetic smile, Ramu said, “We have many things in store for you besides showing you the other side of your satellite before we return you to Earth. Watch closely now, for we are approaching the Moon’s rim. Notice those clouds forming. They are light and appear to be coming from nowhere, as clouds often do. Most of them gain no density whatsoever but dissipate almost immediately. Yet, under favorable conditions, some occasionally do gain density. It is the shadows of these which have been seen through telescopes from Earth. “Now we are approaching the side never seen from Earth. Look at the surface directly below us. See, there are mountains in this section. You can even see snow on the peaks of the higher ones, and a growth of heavy timber on the lower slopes. On this side of the Moon are a number of mountain lakes and rivers. You can see one of the lakes below. The rivers empty into a very large body of water. “Now you can see a number of communities of varying sizes, both in the valleys and on the mountain slopes. Preferences of people here, as anywhere else, vary in regard to living at one or another altitude. And here, as elsewhere, the natural activities to support life are very similar to those wherever mankind is found. “Had we time to land and be depressurized,” Ramu went on, “and then travel about, you would personally meet some of the people. But as far as studying the surface of the Moon is concerned, the way you are viewing it now is far more practical.” I realized the truth of this as a fair-sized city assembled on the screen in front of us. Actually, we seemed to be drifting over the rooftops, and I could see people walking along clean, narrow streets. There was a more thickly built-up central section which I assumed to be the business district, although it was not crowded with people. I noticed no cars of any kind parked along the streets, although I did see several vehicles, moving just above the streets, since they appeared to have no wheels. In size they were comparable to our busses, varying from one another in about the same degree. INSIDE THE SPACESHIPS angels-heaven.92 org cosmic-people.com Ramu explained, “A few of the people here do have their own conveyances, but for the most part they depend on the public utilities at which you are looking.” Just outside the city proper was a comparatively large cleared section with an immense building along one side. It looked like a hangar and Ramu confirmed this by saying, “We have to construct a few hangars near the cities for convenience in landing with the supplies we bring to the population here—everything not available locally for their needs. In exchange, they furnish us with certain minerals found on the Moon.” As I watched, the city seemed suddenly to retreat and Ramu told me that we were now traveling back into space between the Moon and the Earth.
From Howard Menger From outer space to you
In September, I again met the same agent at Beseckers Diner, the meeting again arranged by a telephone call. This time he was alone. After having coffee we left in my car and drove to the same field from which we had embarked previously. "Well, Howard," my friend announced as we neared the location, "this time I think we're going to land on the moon. If we do, you will have a great experience." One craft was waiting for us. As we entered it I was again surprised to see people whom I and members of my Thursday night group knew personally. One of them, an elderly man, was not, however, a member of any saucer group, but a fellow of great prestige in his community. I knew personally that at one or more times in his life he had been persecuted by orthodox agencies of conformity. I was so moved with emotion in meeting my old friend that I actually burst into tears. His eyes filled with warmth as we greeted each other; then after greetings were exchanged all around, the craft took off— Destination Moon. This time only six people were aboard: one space visitor at the controls, one at the table acting as instructor, and four people from Earth. The man at the controls began speaking with a slight accent through a loud speaker: "My friends, this trip will be a longer one than the previous journey. You will soon go through a processing, whereby a complete change will take place in your atomic physical system. Each atom of your physical body will undergo a processing which will change its polarity, frequency and vibration, to adjust your body from its balance to the earth's attractive inertial mass to that of the moon's. This will require approximately a week and one half, Earth time. Do not be alarmed at the initial effects. Nothing can harm you. Now keep your eyes on the view screen." We looked at the screen and saw the earth fast diminishing in size as we sped away from it. Again the voice reassured us: "Please do not be alarmed. Remember that we are only expressions or projections of a reality, which in truth does not exist. You are being changed atomically to fit a reality of expression, or what you call the moon. When we reach it, my friends, you may observe and take pictures at will; but the processing will continue as we orbit the moon and will seem to involve a week and a half of your time." The lights dimmed and were supplanted by a yellowish glow over the entire room; then the lights came on again, and I felt a strange sensation. For a few seconds breathing seemed difficult, but then it became easier and easier. It is difficult to describe my physical and mental feelings. I seemed to think more clearly, to compose my thoughts and reach conclusions more quickly. The senses seemed to be stimulated. Colors became more vivid; the sense of smell became sharper, for I remember becoming aware of perspiration odors of myself and companions. My sense of touch must have been accentuated, for I could feel the seat under me more distinctly, though it in no way made me uncomfortable. The man at the controls explained the processing was now being carried out and would be continued. The instructor sitting with us saw one of us stifle a yawn. He laughed and mentioned something about it being our bedtime. For the first time I wondered just where we would sleep. He led us through a doorway into the sleeping quarters, which were arranged in sections with three beds, bunk style, one atop the other, to each compartment. My elderly friend, myself and another man were assigned to one of the sections. I said, "Well, we might as well try them out," as I climbed to the top bunk and stretched out. My elderly friend sat on the bottom bunk and felt the softness of what must have been a mattress. "Ahhh!" he exclaimed; "this is really something!" I removed my outside clothing and put them on a kind of built-in hanger, set my shoes on a ledge. The bed did not feel overly-soft; instead it seemed to give just the correct extent to support the contour of the body. I laid my head on a flat pad of soft material, pulled the single warm (but extremely light) coverlet over myself. Despite the excitement of the day I fell asleep quickly. We were awakened by a gentle knocking on the sliding compartment door. It was our instructor who said it was time to get up. I looked at my watch, and discovered we had slept only four hours; yet I felt rested and refreshed, as if it had been eight or nine hours. My first reaction upon arising was to go to the porthole and look out to see where we were. Various blobs of light of different colors filled the field of vision, along with one giant red ball, which looked like a huge planet. Later I was told it was the sun, though I never understood why it did not appear bright. angels-light.org Next on the agenda was a warm, invigorating shower in a compartment containing three or four cubicles, partitioned by translucent walls. When I stepped inside one of the cubicles the door closed behind me and lights went on automatically. I saw automatic controls for room and water temperature. Three shower heads, one above me and two at waist level, could be operated separately or all together. I pushed a button and a flow of water, apparently mixed with warm air for it was quite bubbly, fell over by body. I had never had a shower so invigorating. I looked around for soap, but there was none. Seeing another button I had not previously pushed, I put my finger on it and a stream of a colorless solution came from the shower heads and completely lathered my body; at the same time the water was turned off. I pushed the "soap" button, then the "water" button, alternately, enjoying the novelty like a small boy would have done. I could hear my friend trying to sing in the next cubicle and assumed he had mastered the technology of the shower, though fortunately, for my musical sensibilities, the partitions were partly soundproof. "Howard," I heard him call faintly, "this thing had better be what I think it is, for I'm going to use it!" The sanitary facility to which he obviously referred looked very much like one on Earth, except that the bowl was lower to the floor and was made of a hard white translucent material, not a ceramic. A kind of sink with the same bubbly water was a part of a built-in vanity arrangement, complete with mirror. I looked at my face, thinking I would have to borrow a razor from someone. Surprisingly my beard had not grown—and throughout the trip we found it unnecessary to shave. I stepped out of the cubicle into the main room and joined two others already waiting there. Then I smelled food and suddenly discovered I was ravenously hungry. Our instructor opened a compartment in the wall and withdrew some items of processed food, which he put into a deep well, or pot, set into a sinklike unit. He pushed a button and the pot filled with liquid. He allowed the food to seep in the liquid for about five minutes, then he drained the liquid from the pot. He pushed another button and almost instantly the appearance of the food changed and steam rose from it. It had been cooked in little more than a second! "You will forgive me," he said apologetically, "if I do not don the traditional caps sometimes worn on Earth during such operations, particularly the back yard amateur kind of barbecue cook." He removed the food from the pot by means of a large, deep strainer and transferred it to plastic-like plates which he said were disposable. He set the plates on the table. "No, I haven't forgotten your juice," he laughed, and drew fresh juice from a spigot in the food compartment wall. During the trip we enjoyed many kinds of processed foods, including cabbage, parsley, carrots, potatoes, very large wheat kernels, kernels of corn. We used a green mineral salt to season our foods, and I particularly enjoyed some kind of spread, similar to avocado butter, but white in color. Often we were served nuts from other planets, though only the nut-meats and I didn't have a chance to see the shells. One of them, large and almost a meal in itself, was served in slices. Another kind tasted something like a brazil nut. I remember eating with great pleasure a fruit which was about six inches in diameter, round, smooth, orange to red in color, with skin like a nectarine. When one bit into it he found it very juicy. It tasted like a combination of peach and plum. The pit was small, and looked something like a plum pit. All of the vegetables were very tasty. The potatoes had a meaty, nutlike flavor, probably because of the high protein content. The parsley leaves were much larger than our variety, but less strong in flavor. My friends who read this will probably laugh at my talking so much about the food, to the exclusion of many other interesting things, for they know what an enthusiastic eater I am. However we passed our conditioning period away in many other pleasant ways. We listened to music which came from the earth and other planets as well; and constantly we talked to our space friends, learning much from them. The view screen proved to be a constant source of interest and delight as we tuned in on different planets and saw scenes of these fascinating worlds. We communicated through the view screen with other craft, and other agents in different locations on the earth, the moon and elsewhere. There wasn't a dull moment. I am not certain how long we spent in these pleasant occupations, but, estimating by my watch, I believed it to be about ten days. I have often thought that time might have been different, possibly because my beard didn't seem to grow; but that could have been a result of our conditioning—however all our other bodily functions seemed to progress normally. Although there weren't any "No Smoking" signs and I assume it would have been all right with the crew, I noticed nobody smoked during the trip, or later on the moon. For the first time in years I had no desire to puff on my faithful old pipe. Again I reflect that time seemed to stand still, and yet there was constant activity on board the craft. I am still perplexed, and confess that the matter of time is still too complicated a subject for my becoming intellectually involved.
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Finally came the long-awaited announcement. Through the loudspeaker the man at the control panel informed us we were preparing to land on the moon. He motioned me to him and I walked to his seat at the panel. He opened a kind of drawer and handed me a metallic object which contained colored filters. "Hold these over your camera lens when you take pictures," he instructed. I remembered I should be taking pictures and hurriedly grabbed my camera, began snapping through a porthole. I got an especially good picture showing cloud formations and the atmosphere around the moon; but as we came closer to the surface I noticed the photographs did not come out well. I could see we were approaching a huge dome-shaped building, about 150 feet in diameter and perhaps 50 feet high. I could see colored lights flashing inside it, shining through the translucent material of which it was constructed. As we rounded the building and prepared to land, I noticed a base or pedestal of solid white material on which the dome structure rested. I became more aware of the simple beauty of the lovely, iridescent, pearl-like structure. As we landed, I saw we were gliding across a flat copper-colored road toward a huge opening in the base of the structure. The door of our craft opened and we stepped out on a ramp which led down to the floor of the building, which appeared to be a huge aerodrome. Moving ramps led up to other floors, and I guessed there must be at least two levels above the ground floor. Next we were led to a huge lounge, with potted plants and flowers lining the walls and attractively arranged near seating units. Sculptured bas-reliefs decorated the walls. Attractive ladies in flowing pastel gowns came toward us smiling, offered us refreshments. We took the drinks and sat on a long circular couch in front of a view screen. Several screens, without sound, were on at the same time; if one wished to listen to any one of them, he had but to push an appropriate button. The screens seemed to be transmitting regular programs from different planets. Some of them were educational, while others appeared to be designed purely for entertainment. The ladies explained we were waiting for our guides, who soon showed up. They told us I was to split up with my companions who were going with a different group from my own. I followed along with my assigned group and came to what I guessed was an elevator shaft, as a guide pushed a button and I assumed we were going to another level. To my surprise the door opened upon a corridor which led to a long train-like vehicle with 10 or 15 couches with plastic domes over them. Each couch must have been 50 feet long. The strange vehicle had no wheels, rested in suspension about a foot above the copper highway which ribboned through the terrain and disappeared from view. We boarded the "train" and soon were gliding noiselessly above the highway. As we traveled, we could see all around and above us. If I write another book, perhaps I can at that time take enough space to describe my visit in some detail; but it would take hundreds of pages to do it justice. Instead, I shall review it quite briefly. We seemed to be on a tour. First, we were taken from building to building, then apparently out of the city. We passed mountains, went through valleys, visited underground installations; every few seconds people of our party would give out with "Oh's" and "Ah's," as some new breathtaking sight appeared. Some of the terrain, in one section of the moon near the so-called "dark side" reminded me of Flagstaff, Ariz., while other desert section made me think of Nevada. Huge cliffs and mountains made our own look like ant hills. One particular desert locale brought to mind "The Valley Of Fire" in Nevada. There we stopped long enough for our guide to open the door and permit us to stick our heads out for a brief moment, which was all one could take, for it was terribly hot outside— like a blast furnace. I was certain no one could have lived outside very long and was glad he had shut the door. At that moment a huge bullet-shaped object, broken and protruding from the sand where it had crashed, came into view, giving silent testimony to man's pitiful attempts at getting into space by brute force. Our guide confirmed that it represented a brave attempt by some unknown planet, and at the same time spoke with great respect for whom he termed "intrepid men from a distant world." Apparently the rocket was the second stage of a much larger craft. Watching the tragic scene as it quickly flashed by, I assumed that the end of the craft, consisting of four spheres which looked as if they were supposed to revolve, had contained the men, and should have separated from the second stage in order to effect a landing. Something had gone wrong as it had remained attached. Still not naming the planet of origin our guide added the rocket had crashed there in that blast furnace of a desert in the Earth year 1944. Finally we came to another large dome-shaped building, where we halted and our guide told us we could get out on the moon's surface where we could breathe their air with little or no difficulty. That pleased the group, for we were eager to stretch our legs. My first impression was that I was in the desert. The air was warm and dry. I could see little wind funnels forming on the ground, drawing up dust particles like tiny whirlwinds. I looked up at the sky. It was a yellowish color. When looking I had the queer impression that if I walked some distance I would fall off, since the horizon seem foreshortened. In the distance we could see the jagged edges of high mountains etched black against the saffron-colored sky. The ground beneath our feet was like yellowish-white powdery sand, with stones and boulders and some minute plant life showing here and there as we looked around us. Along with its weird beauty, the landscape of that side of the moon had an air of desolateness difficult to describe. I remembered wishing the rocket we had seen had tried landing on the other side of the moon where the crew would probably have had a better chance to survive. Once again we were separated into smaller groups, according to language, and each given a guide who spoke its particular language. Along with ordinary folk, scientists, geologists, electronic engineers, rocket experts (one of whom I knew personally), astronomers (I also knew one of them) and other learned people made up our group. In the other groups I had spotted hundreds of Russians, Japanese, Germans and other people from other nations. Despite the language barrier, however, it seemed all the people in the tour had a kind of common bondage of understanding and brotherhood; warm smiles and hearty handshakes abounded when there was no vocal way of communication. Since I was an ordinary lay observer, I was not shown many of the things the technicians were allowed to inspect; but I probably would not have understood the concepts anyhow. All of us were shown musical instruments, samples of art and architecture, and other interesting things. In fact one building was like an interplanetary world fair, with each planet represented by some sort of contribution in art, technology and so on. They also showed us their advanced horticultural operations, and in one place I saw flowers and plants growing in long vats of jelly-like substance. We were shown how clothing was cleaned by a kind of high-frequency sonics, and passed, in one building, trays of exquisitely cut gems which we were permitted to handle and inspect. The multitude of sights we witnessed was enough to stagger the imagination. Our wonder probably could be compared to that of an aborigine from Australia on a sight-seeing tour of New York City for the first time. After four days of this lunar junket, we were finally treated to a huge dinner by our hosts, with such a spirit of happiness and good will permeating all of us it made me wonder if what I was seeing and hearing were not just all a beautiful dream. But I had been able to take photographs to prove my trip, though only of the dome-shaped buildings, the craft and some mountains (for some reason I was never allowed to take photographs of surface detail, people, their mechanical installations and the like). The dinner signaled our departure and, once again in the ship, it seemed our reprocessing consumed very little time. Before we knew it we were back on Earth, disembarking at the same field from which we had left. As I drove off in my car, I wondered if the storm which we had seen brewing over the South Pacific on the view screen would hit soon or be dissipated before it reached the lower atmosphere.
From Buck Nelson My Trip to Mars, the Moon and Venus
We got back into the space ship and the gauges were set, this time to gradually get the ship ready for the moon’s pressure. Our next stop was on the light side of the moon. Again we went to the ruler’s home and we ate a meal there. This ruler’s home was built in a crater. The first room we entered seemed to be right next to the ruler’s home, it had a telescope. There were shelves which were both open and glass enclosed and tables holding rock samples. The quarries on the moon furnish rock for buildings on other very old planets where the surface has disintegrated into soil. There wasn’t any vegetation on the light side or earth side of the moon. The water in the homes could have come from snow on the mountains. These homes were clustered around huge hangars used for a base. I was told, for interplanetary travel. The earth is the only planet in the solar system which does not travel from one planet to another. I was told that there are rivers and lakes on the dark side (the side away from the earth) of the moon, but I didn’t see them when we stopped there because it was very hazy, but I could see the mountains. They were very high. On this second stop on the moon we ate again. Although we had just eaten a meal at the first stop, we did full justice to it too. Plenty of food and sleep seemed to be necessary. There seemed to be a little more time to look about on the moon than there was on Mars or on Venus, I was allowed to walk outside and look about a little, I took a good look at a building so that I wouldn’t get lost, as I was in strange territory, but Big Bo, the spaceman’s dog, went with Teddy and me. The spacemen had not directed Bo to go with us, not in words anyway, but I felt he was taking care of us. Children played with several sized dogs. They rode Big Bo like a pony and he would play with them too.
And when you have read all that read this chapter from Mass Contacts by Stefano Breccia
http://www.spazioevita.com/w56eng/the_people_within_amicizia.asp