Maybe on Sunday, Nessa.

Nessa's Eye

Nessa is the younger of our two dogs. Despite being a 60 pound critter, she wants nothing more than to be a lap dog.

Her attempts to crawl in our laps are endearing and adorable.

Our attempts to keep her there once she's made it are straining and uncomfortable.

She's my cuddle bug,

and unfortunately I don't get to spend much time with her.

I run from home to work to home to my boyfriend's to home to work to .... you get the idea.

I miss my puppies.

This weekend is another full of activities, joyous though they may be.

A friend is getting married.

I'll be one of the 8 girls in teal.

(don't get me wrong, I actually love the dress.)

Maybe on Sunday, Nessie.

Maybe on Sunday I'll take you and Fionn somewhere.

To play, to run, to roll around in the slushy mix of snow and mud.

I'll throw the frisbee for Fionn, and the ball for you.

We'll run and play and bark for hours,

or until the two of you flop down panting.

Then we'll go home and get baths.

On Sunday, Nessa. As soon as I wake up.