Sunday has always been my least favorite day of the week, what with all the chores that need tending to––the grocery shopping, the laundry, the vacuuming and cleaning––and the thoughts of the looming work week. But today was beautiful so inbetween the things that required my attention, Duncan and I spent a lot of time outside in the sunshine.
Apparently he had chores as well, most of which consisted of inspecting and reclaiming his territory. Most of our walks today hardly seemed like walks at all but a slow inspection of shrub after shrub, followed by the ritual lifting of his leg while I stood by.
There was our first walk of the morning:
Then there was our walk at 11:
And our walk at 1:
And then the walk we took at 3:30:
And then we went to the park at 5, which was a good one. He marked his favorite tree, the stump of what was a nice tree until last summer when it was cut down, the fence at the baseball field, and a soccer goal post.
And now it's dinner time, the sun is sitting lower on the horizon and there's not much daylight left, but we still have three walks in us and untold places to mark. My Sunday is far from over.