The babysitting stint for Jake is nearing an end. His parents will be taking him home this evening. They are looking forward to coming home and picking up their four-legged boy and going home to rest after their vacation return drive. We are actually going to be sorry to see Jake go. Willie, I know, is going to be sorry to see Jake go for sure, as will the other two. While Jake has been here Willie has had someone to play with and he has left the other two, the older ones, alone for the most part. Even The Husband said we were returning Jake more spoiled than when he came to us.
We did the spoiling without food…mostly. This time there was lots of play; lots of hugs; lots of petting; and lots of attention. It really wasn’t any more attention than we gave the others, but including Jake into the tussle of the every day relaxed him most of all. He has even lost a little weight because he must go on a walk around the block several times a day instead of just opening the door and letting him outside into a yard. Add play with Willie and us and you have a more streamlined dog than when he came to us. Jake seems to have enjoyed his stay with us this time more than any other time we have been given the opportunity to babysit. His presence is going to be missed, but, if he must leave today I am glad it is today and not tomorrow he is leaving us because this Saturday has been one of the most peaceful and relaxing ones The Husband and I have had the pleasure to enjoy in a while.
We really have done little. Except for Carlos going to service early this morning, we have done nothing except eat a hearty brunch of pizza and read. He has read his Nook tablet and I have read a book, Blue-Blooded Vamp, by Jaye Wells, from the library. Carlos has even taken a nap on the couch despite Willie’s best efforts at keeping him awake by walking on him and even stomping on him at one point. Though I made Willie get down – several times – his presence hasn’t seemed to upset my guy very much, though I would have found it most annoying. Carlos managed to rest through it all and wake with a smile and even more play with the dogs.
The TV has played westerns all day, including Rawhide, and it has been the perfect backdrop for snarling and play-growls from Jake and Willie; Gaby’s snores, and the general silence of the house while Carlos attempted to take his nap.
This type of Saturday is special. This is the sort of day that renews the spirit and recharges the batteries for a new week. Tomorrow will be more hectic because of Church and then tai chi and who knows what else. Being able to relax on days like this is a blessing. I didn’t understand this when I was younger because I always wanted to get out and do something on Saturday. I never understood how my Mom and Dad could just kick back and relax; not worry about the rest of the week and enjoy their day of rest like they could. Until now, of course.
Now I have all the worries they had about paying bills, fixing food, Carlos working, me working and writing, and having a life in general. One day a week to take off, not worry about those things, take a deep breath and exhale in peace is important for keeping the blood pressure down and the household moving forward in a positive fashion is very important to me, and to Carlos. That we can do this together is equally important because neither of us is in this life alone, and that, my friends, makes all the difference in the world.