the only thing that stops me from throwing myself to the ground and wallowing in the leaves when i'm playing outside with bentley is the thought that there are many little piles of hidden dog poop.
and much as i want to enjoy the moment, i do not want to wallow in crap.
i refuse to roll around in refuse.
but other than that, bring it on, Autumn. You're my favorite.
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