Hello my friends!
Well, it seems having a laid-back nature can be both good and bad.
Good if you wish to excel at being the
calmest
of dogs in the storms of life.
Bad, however, if you told your human mom that you would regularly write a blog, even if the timelines are self-imposed.
Nonetheless, I am here now and isn’t that the important thing? I mean, we all just do the best we can with whatever is going on in our lives, and – as friends – we cut each other a lot of slack in our leashes when needed. So thank you for that; I will return the favor if the need arises.
Autumn arrived a month or two ago, like a wily babysitter who charms the adults with her cool grace even as she dims the lights earlier and earlier every night. “Wait. Why is it so dark? I was just going out to mow the lawn.” Leaves skitter and skate across the driveway, and we haven't seen a mosquito for weeks.
Every year the humans act as if this has never happened before. “Omigosh. Where has the summer gone?! Look at how the leaves have changed overnight!”
The plants in the pots became long and leggy, and by September they were not as fun to eat as they were back in June. At least for dogs. But one night a doe and her fawn come and browsed the pink impatiens down to the dirt in the pot by the back deck. They didn’t seem to mind that I was there at the back door watching them the entire time. Live and let live, I was thinking, until they started nibbling at the Annabelle hydrangea by the steps.
Five feet from my face.
“SCRAM!”
I woofed at them and pawed the glass for good measure. I knew that if Mom came down and found the entire back landscape decimated and my wimpy little nose print on the sliding door, she might take away my Good Guard Dog Card. Or, even worse, not give me pieces of apple or carrot when she prepped her snacks for work. Even so, though I fearlessly saved the hydrangeas, Mom still raised her eyebrows at both me and Ellie the next day when she found the stubble of impatiens. "At least it's the end of the season," she murmured, but I could have sworn she mumbled “Freeloaders” under her breath. .
I think "freeloaders" means ‘Good and Calm Dog’ in another language, but I’ll have to check on that after my nap.
We are leaving to go hiking soon, but thanks for letting me check in. I hope you are able to get out and enjoy these last golden days of fall before the leaves all scurry off into the ditches and put their little leaf hands over their little leaf eyes and pretend not to see that winter is right around the corner.
Seize the day!
(Before winter seizes us by the throat and breathes ice into our veins.)
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