November 22, 2015

White Dog looked out of the window and sighed. It was a noise of expected sadness, the mood of Autumnal loss, followed by "FINALLY!" as she gathered herself, leapt off of the chair and ran to scratch at the front door.

Steve understood. He opened the front door. White Dog bolted in front of him to do joyful zoomies all through the leaves.

Later, the others would have their opportunity but this was Leaves Drop Day, the day she has been anticipating for nearly two weeks.

Leaves, not grass, color our front yard green on this, Leaves Drop Day.

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