Sunday Funday

Wrigley is a dog of many habits and patterns. She believes in routine and repetition...like eating at the same time every day, going out at the same time every day, etc. Jeff and I realized that she also created some sort of routine for herself on Sundays ... for some reason she believes its a day especially for her. She always wakes up early - and wakes up excited. First thing in the morning she jumps on us and runs around trying to get us up way before we want to (it always works). During the day she consistently grabs her toys and tries to get us to play with them, and seems to expect (demand) a session of ball throwing or two. It was due to her attitude on Sundays that we have started calling them "Sunday Funday" (always with a hint of sarcasm behind the term).

For the past two weeks she has been sick with kennel cough / canine influenza. The poor dog has just been miserable. Sundays have come and gone and she hasnt even noticed, and we have missed our usually spunky dog. She didnt know it, but we had already planned on taking her to the beach as soon as she was recovered ... and today was the day. She was so thrilled to have her first outing at the beach, she started crying and panicking in the car when we were still about 1/2 mile away. We assume that this was not due to psychic powers, but instead she must have been able to smell the lake ... triggering her assumption that she would eventually be heading there. So we spent a good amount of time there, joined by our friend and his dog Brady. We now have a happy dog, and a happy dog makes a happy family :)