Leaves on the ground, dead things to roll in. Leaves to run through, piles of leaves to scatter, select leaves to munch on. Fall. It's a lip-smacking, nose-licking good season.
We've got a lot to grin about. We're outside, playing fetch with a brand-spankin' new tennis ball, We peed on every tree in the yard, chased the cat-dog, and we know the Human Slave has biscuits in her pocket and will dispense them at the drop of a Corgi Smile ™. It's good to be the doG!
Corgis. An explosion of Cute in every fur ball.