a choir of dogs on a Friday night

Oh joy! It is the last Friday evening in September of 2013 and I am at my desk, trying to figure out what to write about. My focus is sporadic at best- because three of the bulldogs are playing keep away with a favorite toy in this room. This game is underfoot and it is quite animated. The prized toy is a stuffed beaver that is very important to Gus. He loves this toy, where the others are just fond of it.

This weekend is full of transitions. We move into the Fall season and the weather that compliments it. It is rainy and cold in the Northwest and all that we want to do it snuggle into a blanket and read a  good book. Add a roaring fire in the fireplace and a cup of tea and it would be a lovely evening.

Wouldn't it be lovely if we humans were not so handcuffed to our calendars? What if we felt the same about a Friday night as perhaps a Monday morning? That would be so ideal and so present tense and positive. Just the thought that every day is important and shouldn't be qualified by how close it is to the weekend is mind blowing. I strive to realize how important Tuesday's are. Saturday's are incredible too, but I wish to appreciate both (all) 24 hour periods.

It is now Saturday afternoon and I am finishing this blog post. I tried to finish it last night, but there were technical difficulties with my cable, internet provider. A person doesn't appreciate her internet provider until there is a problem with the service.

Perhaps I am supposed to finish this post today. Seventeen years ago today is when my Mom left this earth. We were with her when she said goodbye to this life.  It was not a cold and rainy day in Montana, it was sunny and crisp.

There are no dog points of interest today. I just wish you happiness and hope for you to have the joy of a dog's company each day.Our pups enjoy who we are every minute. Their love shines through all the days of the week.

Enjoy your Saturday and your Sunday too! May your Monday be the best day ever!