Rumpus

Fall is finally upon us, or at least it’s not painfully hot. The house is open, and Stella, instead of lurking beneath my desk and drooling on the rug and my shoes, is outside.

I spent the morning in the back yard with her. She runs laps around the yard. up and down the steps, tearing at top speed across the deck. Then she goes under the deck and comes back out and does it again.

When she runs, she puts her ears all the way back and her fur ripples in the wind. It’s just beautiful.

I love my dog. She shows me what it is to be joyful.