Booker and I were out for a walk and as the wind picked up he spotted an oak leaf bumbling across the road. The papery sound combined with random bounces was irresistible. He spurted forward hoping to attack the ferocious saber-toothed leaf-thing, but his hind legs weren’t in sync with his front and he took a tumble. Somewhat surprised, he hardly paused before he was up and after the leaf again.
Laughing, I called him in and offered a treat when he sat down. As I pulled the treat from my pocket, a Kleenex came out too. That same pesky wind sent it floating down the road. This time Booker chased and “killed” the target, but instead of bringing the tissue to me he ate it. I just stared at him stunned. A Kleenex? Really? Snot good.
There are times that I have to remind myself that he is only five months old. He needs to grow into his body, his moods, and his joys. I’m slightly more than five months old, but I also continue to grow into my changing body, moods, and joys. That realization was the best part of my day.
