Sunday, Day of Rest, as demonstrated by Dog and Cat.

Dog and Cat, living together. It can work quite well actually, so long as the dog knows that the cat is the ultimate boss.

And the boss says, lie down.

In the sunshine.




So the dog does it. The cat is a professional relaxer; the dog is learning his lessons from the master.

(Do enlarge this picture- they've both got their eyes closed and one has his tongue stickin' out!)

I was raised to take Sunday as a day of relaxation and recreation, but it's a tradition that's kind of fading in importance. Some have to go to work. But I do think this is a concept to hang onto even if it isn't practical every week. Even if it's not for religious reasons, it's just good sense.

Save one day of the week for this, for slowing down, letting everything slide for a while. Enjoy the sunshine. Hang with someone you like, or at least, tolerate. Stop working. You have to work, and should work, and put everything into it, but then you need a break. This dog works his curly tail off, barking at all those who dare to walk past our house, how dare they. He's gotta take an afternoon off. And just... be.




"Dude."



"Yeah man?"



"Uh huh."

(Thanks for not saying anything about the Ryobi Saws-all sitting in its case all winter by the sliding door. Honestly I didn't think winter would hit so early this year. And last so long. At least I can see the deck frame again... maybe another month and we'll finish it. Until then, the critters can use it as a chin rest when they're sunning themselves at the back door.)


My cool cat here, who actually does own the house, has decided that he's allowed to walk around on the dining room table now. I'm not crazy about it but it's pretty hard to yell at an old deaf cat to get off the table.


At least we think he's deaf. Hard to tell. I don't yell at him anymore.


He's always been more of a lover than a fighter. I just gently lift him off the table. Or give him a scratch on the chin.






He's done an awesome job of helping to raise this dog into a good little citizen.


"This is how it works, kid."





If there would have been room between them and the table and the piano, I might have pulled up a blanket and curled up myself.