Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

Oh, you guys, this silly dog. We had a little precipitation this weekend so the leaves in the yard were all frozen and crunchy and the dog was doing this hilariously weird run where he had the same posture and gate as if he was running really fast, but it seemed to be designed so that each of his feet would hit the ground with enough force to give him a really satisfying crunch.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, he ran around the yard. And again I felt lucky to see it.

I’ve been trying to understand how I will tell if the medication is working and I do think that my feeling that getting to witness the dog and his joy at life is the luckiest thing every day is one.