The Center of our Universe

In the back of my mind there was the thought that if we had a puppy it would get us (me, really) up off my butt and outside walking. It has happened. We are all out there walking and running with the Chum. He needs to be de-energized and we absorb his excess energy. Dave takes off in a run, Chumley jets to his side. Back and forth, over and over. Perfect.
It is that time of year when huge acorns come flying down from the trees, bombarding us and enticing the pup. He is teething and loves to chew on the them. I fear he will choke so I am constantly removing them from his razor sharp teeth. This has led to a clean sweep of the deck and using this space as a puppy playground. When he is tired he runs to the studio sliding door and we are now trained to let him in. Who is in charge?

Our nights have changed too. Previously spent in our respective rooms watching different tv shows, or on the computers, now we are all in the studio together, watching him, snoozing, knitting and laughing. This is really good. Chumley loves yarn and anything else on the floor. Again, a clean sweep was required and I keep a sharp eye out for sudden chewing. Shoelaces are a favorite, but they were replaced with Dave's recently removed socks. Oooh, smelly feet. In short, we are parenting, at our old age!

On the garden front, we have iris in bloom. Wha? A recent few days of rain got them triggered I guess.  And our nasturtiums are better than ever, with some really unusual blossoms. October is such an underrated month. The sky is so brilliantly blue and the leaves are blowing around their gold, red, and orange autumn glory. We sat in the hot tub last night under the stars, sparkling first in the east as the pink sunset glowed in the west.

If I sound truly happy, it is because I am.