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I love this time of year. Love, love, love it. It is a nice cool 70 degrees outside right now according to weather.com, 62 according to the thermometer in my backyard, and when it was in the 50s this morning it was actually a bit nippy in my bedroom. I love how it makes my pillow feel all crisp and cool. I love to be able to wear sweaters outside. I love to knit wool, and dream of the cool days ahead.

70 degrees is amazingly wonderful after months of temperatures in the 90s. It feels like we went from 93 to 70 with nothing inbetween.

The leaves are starting to fall off of my tree in the backyard. I love the red and gold colors that they leave behind in the still green grass. (That photo is even better if you view it large.)

I love fall.

It is raining. Again. Just when we could not possibly handle getting any more wet, it starts right back up. Ugh.

We have had a dog, Chloe the psycho Bichon, for over a year now, and two cats, Mona and Murphy, for much longer. Normally, my pet needs that pet interaction in our house.

Mona is a loner, so she walks in stealth mode to the litter box and the food bowl. She is old, so she likes to sleep on my bed about 98% of the time. Murphy is the younger big fat cat. He is a ragdoll rescue cat, and like a rag doll, he is pretty laid back and mellow. (I adopted him because he was a good fit with Jason, who likes to cart him around.)

Chloe generally ignores the cats. Probably wise, since Murphy weighs in a whole pound heavier than her. Every once in awhile, she will chase Murphy away from her favorite sleeping spot, or Murphy will swat at her as she walks past. It is rare, but it happens. She is also a pretty quiet dog when she isn’t barking at Jason, but she has her play bursts. She will run around, toss her toys up in the air and chase after them, and if she is in the mood she will do the “Bichon play bow” to the people in the room. This is similar to the Downward Dog yoga move, where her front paws go down while her happy wagging tail stays up high in the air.

I almost hesitate to post it here as it pretty much guarantees that it won’t happen again, but I just spotted Chloe doing the “Bichon play bow” move to Murphy. Right here in the living room. Murphy just looked at her like she was a bit crazy, but she did it again anyways.

The Certapet enumerates three significant categories for therapy animals related to the tasks they perform, which can be physical or emotional, or a combination thereof, in nature.

Maybe there will be pet interaction (hopefully positive!) in our future after all. Maybe. As of right now – in the time it took me to type this – they are all back in their cozy sleeping spots. Crazy animals.