pocket aces

The wind sounds different than usual today, but Tate doesn't put much stock in it. Was that the far off twinkling of bells? He wouldn't know, but it was warm and comforting all the same. His tail wagged high behind him, head tossing as he half bounded, half tripped forward over too-big paws. What a wonderful day. Absolutely wonderful. His head was high and gaze was bright, taking high steps after the swirling leaves. The way they danced, the way they moved over the ground... he'd never seen anything quite like it before! That made things even better for young Potato, the novelty and joy in the game.

Another pile of leaves was lifted by the playful breeze, and Tate was quick to close in on that one too. He chased the wayward foliage, his tail wagging wildly behind him. Tripping, pouncing, and doing his best to try and catch each as they floated down around him. Joyfully, he barked, calling after them as if that would do anything more. Large eyes glimmering with absolute wonder as he gazed up in the direction of the wind, it was the best of days. The pup finally managed to catch a stray leaf, feeling the satisfying crunch beneath his paws. A good day, really. A very good day.

"Potato"