Weekend Mornings

Weekend mornings are the highlight of the entire week.  Days are counted down until Saturday morning, which starts about an hour before I wake up.

I can feel the leap, and stare, as she stands over me on the bed, willing me to get up.  Like a cat, she tangles in my feet as I stumble to the bathroom, and then trip over her as I head to the kitchen.  The stare never stops.  I can feel it no matter where I go – so intense – and constant.

Miles and miles of adventure – chipmunks, squirrels, other dogs to rage at – the sheer joy on her fierce, intense face, as she marches down the street, makes me smile.  To everyone we pass, she just appears to be on some singly focused mission.

The best part of of the walk is the peace at the end.

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