There is a nip of fall in the air these past few days. As a result, our fifteen month old puppy, who remembers how much fun snow was last winter, has an extra spring in her step. It is especially evident in the patches of deep weeds and tall grasses that adorn our various walking routes. Lately, once she's in the tall grass, it's hard to entice her out. She just wants to leap and hop and run around, chasing grasshoppers and crickets and what-have-you until I drag her out by the leash.
"Oh no!" I said. "Our girl has a gamboling addiction!!!"
