The yard is a sea of leaves and the trees still have more to drop.  It wouldn’t be so bad except now they are wet leaves.  As soon as they dry, it’s time for me to put on the work gloves and get raking.

     Patty and Gavin love the leaves.  I think the silly dogs are both dying for me to rake them into piles into which they can leap.  They’re worse than kids are about leaf piles.

     Each dog has its own style of leaf pile diving.  Patty loves to race up to the pile, leap high, and land in the center.  Gavin prefers the tank style of plowing through them.

     They both love it when I join in on the fun.  They hop about begging me to kick leaves up into the air for them to pounce on.  You’d never guess that Gavin had his tenth birthday on November 1 with all his energy.

     I find it hard to believe it was ten years ago that I picked up that little eight-week-old white puppy at the airport customs office.  He was a ball of energy then and hasn’t slowed since.