馃悤馃悤馃悤馃懄馃憖馃憖馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崄馃崅馃崅HE knew it was autumn again, because Dog came running into the house bringing the windy cold smell of autumn with him. In every black dog-hair, he carried autumn: leaves caught in his dark ears, dropping from his white chest, and off his tail. Dog smelled just like autumn!Martin sat up in bed and reached down with one small hand. Dog barked and showed a long length of pink, wet tongue, which he passed over and along the back of Martin's hand. Dog licked him like a lollypop. 'Because of the salt on my skin,' declared Martin, as Dog jumped upon the bed. 'Get down,' warned Martin. 'Mom doesn't like you up here.' Dog dropped his ears. 'Well. . .' Martin softened, 'just for a little while, then.' Dog warmed Martin's smallbody with his dog warmness. Martin loved the clean smell of dog and the pile of colourful leaves on the blanket. He didn't really care if Mom was angry! 'What is it like outside today, Dog? Tell me.'...
