{"id":10,"date":"2008-10-22T18:09:00","date_gmt":"2008-10-22T18:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/scoutriverdogprints.wordpress.com\/2008\/10\/22\/fall-in-connecticut\/"},"modified":"2008-10-22T18:09:00","modified_gmt":"2008-10-22T18:09:00","slug":"fall-connecticut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/journal\/fall-connecticut\/","title":{"rendered":"Fall in Connecticut"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Yes, my readers, I live in the Northeast of the US, where the leaves are falling, election signs remain in neighborhoods and it’s chocolate season. I could rant about how dogs can’t eat chocolate for this entire post, but I’ll move on to topic.<\/p>\n

Leaves, leaves, leaves! Dogs love leaves! We can hide our stuff in them and dig, dig, dig. <\/p>\n

My people rake them into piles. they might as well put a bullseye right in the middle, because I can’t resist. Any toy or stick I have goes right in the center. I bury my head in there and it’s like a narcotic. I forget where I am – I am nose and paws and nothing else. Maybe a little ears too, because I hear A-Dog call my name from far away. Buzzkill.<\/p>\n

So, my advice is to just let it go. How many times a year do us dogs really get to enjoy a big pile of diggable, organic matter? I hear Shoes and A-Dog laugh at me in the way I know I can keep it up. But my canine friends, keep your ears pricked for that inevitable change to impatience. We always outlast those humans. Here endeth the doggie lesson – woof!<\/p>\n

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Hey! That’s my head right there.
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