here we go again

It happens every year...
The air gets a little crisper
The sky turns a deeper shade of blue
The winds of change pick up the fallen leaves, sending them in every direction

I can always feel the wind before it actually arrives to brush across my face
As soon as I feel it, I can't help but smile, as a chill dances up my spine

Here we go again.

Stella enjoys the moving process about as much as I do. Which is not at all. She sees the boxes appear, and instantly makes herself very present all of the time, to ensure I don't forget her. When the moving truck appears, she'll jump right in the back, with all the boxes, just in case I'm too busy moving to remember that I have a dog. I'm pretty certain that Stella has an above average command of the English language, but she never believes me 100% when I tell her that she's coming with me. The truth is, leaving her behind would never even cross my mind. (It would make moving a lot easier if I were sans pitbull, but i don't want to rent an apartment from a breedist anyway. Screw them. ) Stella's been the most constant aspect of my life for the past 7 years. We've moved 8 times together.

I am truly grateful to have the best (and cutest) dog on the planet.

(photo credit goes to emily on this one)