What Weekends Are For

We all know weekends are too short. This one was so good it felt especially short! We started it with a fun game of nosework on Friday evening after work:


(Dusty participated, too, but the video camera unfortunately died before his turn.)

On Saturday, I did my first full shift at Petsmart as a TAGS volunteer, but sadly, none of the four dogs who were scheduled showed up, so I didn’t get to hang out with dogs that afternoon.

Saturday evening we had friends over, and Dusty and Hogan played tug-of-war and wrestled for probably an hour. They were exhausted by the end of the night but still wanting to play at bedtime, though it was a little half-hearted:

Cora always wants to go for a swim!

Dusty, Hogan, you want to go for a swim?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Sunday morning, we packed up the dogs and a full Gulpy and took them to the lake. Cora, of course, swam, but Dusty and Hogan wanted away from the water as quickly as possible.

A quick drink of water before leaving the beach

After a walk along the beach, we strolled the waterfront trail (where I last sprained my ankle) and then ventured through the nearby neighbourhoods. They’re really beautiful. I have sworn that I want our current house to be our last house, but it’s hard not to be tempted by the proximity to the lake, the mature trees, and the active lifestyle seemingly characteristic of the people there. When we walk in our neighbourhood, we see few others walking or cycling or in-line skating—or outside at all—but the neighbourhoods by the lake were brimming with life and activity. We stopped at a little girl’s lemonade stand and imagined life there. It was enticing.

Once we got back home, I felt less inclined to move. The dogs are so content here. And we’re content here. But I wouldn’t be surprised if we end up with a lake house yet.

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