I know it is fall here because now I have to wear pants when I take the dogs out first thing in the bright, yellow morning.
We walk around in the new morning groggily – the intense, gold light quickly burning off the haze of blankets, snores, darkness – the puppies circling my legs and spinning me, their leashes constraining my ankles like the bad guys do to damsels in old cartoons.
There is a jackrabbit. We come within four feet of it before it blasts off away from us, petrified. The puppies are as stunned as I am that they didn’t see him in time to have a pre-breakfast, protein-rich snack.
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And here is another thing as new as the morning:
Like us, he came from a dark, warm place to dreamily meet life under the yellow, fluorescent light of a new day – his first day.
So far, he dislikes the yellow, fluorescent lights of his first day, is super keen on his mama, and – like most humans – lives to eat and sleep. He cries sometimes, but really, what sad girl/sad boy doesn’t?
My family is huge and very close, and though there are only a handful of us out in New Mexico, the tiniest member now resides here.
As his mom said, “he is awesome.”
To steal the phrase from a friend and the idea from another friend, “Welcome to Earf,” Seb.
Be well, babies. See some of you so soon.
– Coon
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