I liked my weekend. It was extra good.
I helped Mom pick up sticks. I helped cut down the grass too. I chewed on the tall stalks and made them short.
And I barked at that thing Mom used to tell trees to go away. It was really noisy. I didn’t like it. I had to bark really loud because Mom made me stay far away. It was still fun barking at it. Mom called it a saw. I told it who was boss. I am.
Uncle Michael came to visit. He petted me lots and lots and told me what a good girl I am. He gave me treats and threw my ball for me to run and catch. I had to run really, really far to catch it. Uncle Michael’s a really good ball thrower.
I was sad when he left. But he had to get home to Aunt Michelle and their doggy Murphy. He’s a puppy. Murphy, not Uncle Michael. Uncle Michael’s a human.
The next day Mom and I went out to the meadow. We raced to the sunshine. I won. I always do.
Mom threw my ball for me. She can’t throw it as far as Uncle Michael. It was still fun chasing it in the meadow. The butterflies tried to catch my ball. I didn’t let them.
Then I got a good brushing. Mom brushed me outside. That was the best. The wind talked to me. It liked my fur. I found some old fur to let go of. I gave it to the wind.
Next, we went to the lake. I got to ride in the car. I like to ride in the car. And I like the lake. Most of the time anyway. It was really, really crowded at the beach. I didn’t like that. We left the beach and walked a trail. I liked that. No one was there but Mom and me. That was good.
When we came home, I had dinner. Dinner’s good. Almost as good as treats.
I wish weekends could last all week. But if they did, I guess it wouldn’t be a weekend.