Saturday, October 27, 2012

Goodbye, Dry Autumn Days

Louie out by the barn.
Louie loves living on the farm. He loves smelling around, more than enough room to roam, no cars driving by, no scary skateboards on the sidewalk like when we lived in the city. It's like living at a resort. This is ideal living for a dog. Louie loves it.

 
We were lucky this year with a long summer.
There was a slow start but August and September were gorgeous here in the northwest. We had records days in a row with no rain. Louie was in heaven. These photos are from the last really nice day we had before the rain started again. Louie loves to go outside and laze around in the sun, or smell around the barn with the pigs and the chickens. When it rains, this is a different story. It's hard to even get Louie out the front door to go to the bathroom in the morning. I'm lucky if puts two legs off the porch to pee.
These are my favorite kind of autumn days.
Sunny crisp and cool. Bright colors of the fall, red and golden leaves and green, green grass. Louie seems to like to root around in the dry leaves as they crunch and rustle under his feet. We don't get these kind of fall days very often. Because we get so much rain here, the leaves are usually blown off the trees all at once with the first big storm and anything left on the ground is soggy and stuck to the ground. That is what today is like.

We woke up to pouring rain.

The best part about a rainy Saturday is that the dogs will let us sleep in, at least until 8 or 8:30. Usually they are demanding to be fed by 7am at the latest, but when the mornings are dark and rainy, they want to sleep in too. Louie will be waiting by the door ready to run out, and when I open it and he hears the rain falling onto the porch it stops him in his tracks. The gutters are a bit clogged and there are larger drops that fall in front of the doorway. Louie readies himself and 'runs' out the front door like he's going under an invisible fence. He ducks down and arches his back to get under this imaginary wall of water. It's really cute. He doesn't like the big drops and he's trying to duck under them before running as fast as he can to the covered porch. I have to remind him that I let him out so he can go to the bathroom. 'Come on, go potty Louie. You gotta go potty outside.' I swear he sighs and rolls his eyes before starting out onto the edge of the grass to relieve himself. I love him.

Here is to dry autumn days, crunchy leaves and crisp, cool air! I am glad we got to enjoy this time before the rains came again. 

 

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