How I Like to Spend My Saturdays

by Maureen O. Betita

Nothing terribly exciting here, but let’s see what I can do with this. Well, my regular week is spent with my dog, Bonnie. We get up, I open the computer, she crashed next to me on the couch until she’d finally had enough lazing around. At which point, she begins to paw at me, gaze at me, grab toys and look at me.

There’s a lot of looking at me.

Until I break down and take off. I load her, and my laptop, into the beat-up red Caravan and we head out. The back of van is literally her mobile kennel. Only one row of seats, at the back, and she’s in heaven. We take a walk. Maybe at the bluffs overlooking Montery Bay, maybe at the resort down the road, with a trail that eventually overlooks Monterey Bay…maybe the dog park, surrounded by redwood trees, or the trails at Nisene Marks Park…

Then it’s Starbucks and she crashes in the van while I get my caffeine fix, surf the internet, think about writing – okay, sometimes I actually write. We take another walk after I’ve been a few hours in the café. I’m lucky, the climate is mild, I can leave her in the van, windows open a good few inches, a bowl of water and she’s fine. Until she wants to walk again. She’s got long legs, she likes to walk.

Home. Where I avoid doing housework, watch TV and play on my laptop.

Hey, I never said I slaved at anything! I blog a lot, I play on the Romance Writers Revenge, I write more blogs… I write! Really! Between walking the dog.

And on Saturday? I get to do it all without the dog, taking the other car out. The husband takes the dog and does the walking/running/cycling. And I can sit in Starbucks for hours and hours and hours instead of just hours and hours. Sometimes the husband will join me, Caravan/traveling kennel next to my car in the parking lot. But only for an hour or so.

It’s a good life. For Bonnie. Can’t leave her at home or she’ll destroy everything. Sigh. I love my Saturdays. I love my dog, but Saturdays belong to MEEEEEE!