Ah, The Weekend
Saturdays are blessings; one because Saturday is the first of two consecutive days Master and N get to linger in bed an hour longer than usual. Two, because on Saturdays, and some Sundays, too, all four of us visit the Farm where Lucy and I are allowed to run off leash. It's not all fun and games though; today Lucy sliced her front pad wide open, on what who knows, and by the time we were nearly back at the car she was bleeding pretty bad. We first noticed this after she trotted over an orphaned patch of snow leaving it redder than the Tate-LeBianca murders. At home N patched her up and now she's (Lucy) recovering comfortably. (This was nothing compared to the foibles of our injury prone cousin, Drummer, at Brother Mike's in Fairbanks).
I encouraged Master and N to go for a long bike ride, which they did, seeing as it was fifty degrees and partly sunny by the time noon rolled around. This was especially welcomed by N, given the past week at work had pressed her into taking a "mental health" day for reasons which are beyond the scope of this blog. No need for concern, the bride to be is going to be just fine. Just never underestimate the therapeutic benefit of a glass of wine and the incomparable comfort of your own couch after a trying day at work: