White Dog is glad that things are starting to settle back to normal around the White Dog Ranch. The mornings are fresh and crisp and the house smells autumnally delicious as the pumpkin spice coffee brews in the morning (this was Michael's first foray into buying coffee and after a free sample pronounced this one "marvelous" when he brought home the gift of caffeine).
White Dog and The Other White Dog were actually glad to hear me making appointments at the groomer for them next week. They skipped out of September because our lives were a wee bit hectic but now Quinn's toes are getting owl-y and White Dog's dainty white paws leave scratches when she demands attention. YoYoMa will get his spa day the following week. Our girls, Nuka and Puff prefer Chez Steve for their beauty workout so this weekend they will get the full treatment here at home.
This afternoon, after the mailman frenzy, we all sat on the porch and watched the sun dappling through the leaves. Still Another White Dog was the first to spot some changing leaves on the mulberry trees. It was pleasant to once again have the luxury of just sitting together and then quietly brushing out White Coats that were each clearly sending a message that the WDA's bodies were preparing for colder days.
Balloon Fiesta starts here this weekend, unofficially marking the end of tourist season until the ski slopes open at Thanksgiving. It is truly autumn, TOWD tells the newcomer, YoYoMa. But we all wonder, where did Summer go?