It’s the only reason I wish fall would last a little longer: my dogs love playing in the leaves. Jasper stomps through it, tail held high like a banner, wagging with joy, until he finds the perfect spot to lie down. Halley just runs through the piles, disappearing into waves of flying leaves. And Lilah? She just walks through the piles, playing with her brothers, tuning into her playful self and romping—a word I would rarely use with my serious thoughtful girl. And then, she’ll lie down—often right next to Jasper—with the biggest smile on her face. Me? Yeah, I romp and stomp and play along with them. I bask in their energy, their joy, their in-the-moment appreciation for the simple gift of a pile of fallen leaves. When their playing causes the leaves to spread out to an unsatisfying thinness, I’ll rake everything back into a fluffy pile. Again. And again. And again. One of the many gifts that my dogs bring me: joy. It’s worth every moment I re-rake a pile of leaves. And while I’m doing that, I send out an appreciative thank you to Mother Nature for providing this brief moment we all can share. What do your pets think about fall? You may also like:
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