Why is it that raking leaves used to be this much fun:
And now it feels more like this?
Minus the tapered jeans, of course. We spent a good chunk of the weekend raking the obscene amounts of leaves in our yard. Ooh! And I found a dead something in our backyard. Actually, Lola found it first. And I saw her take a lick of it. And that, people, is why dogs don’t belong on your bed, or couch or licking your face. They’re animals. Where we humans see something dead and think, “Ew! Gross! Smelly! Decaying!!” A dog thinks, “Ooh! Lucky me. A delectable treat.” Something to keep in mind.