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It’s no bull. My favorite day of the entire year is the day after Christmas. It always has been. December 26th. Not for shopping. Shopping = root canal.

It is for the release of pressure. The completion of a marathon that begins before Thanksgiving and runs through December 25th.

Then there is the food. The leftover goodies that fill the crockpots and countertops.

You would think my favorite day of the year would be my birthday. Nope. Actually, my birthday is probably my least favorite day of the year. Seriously. And it’s not because of my age. It’s because of the expectation of what that day brings. Perhaps by the time I age gracefully, I will come to accept that day, but I’m thinking if it hasn’t happened by now, it may never come around.

This December 26th was spent with one of the men of my life. My golfer son, Mark. Actually two men, Rustic Russ and Mark.

Home from California for a few more days, Mark came down to Russ-Stick Acres for the day to see and spend time with his childhood dog, Satchmo.

Others also wanted Mark’s attention. Zip. Especially Zip.

Dixie and D2.

And Scooby.

And Rustic Russ.

But today it was Satch’s day. And Mark’s.

A day to reflect on growing up as a young boy who cherished his boyhood dog.

To recall those days of play, spooning, and sharing moments. From grade school on, Satch has been Mark’s main girl. The only dog for him.

For over fifteen years, they have been together ~ since the day we picked Satch out at the Charlevoix Humane Society one Sunday afternoon, as a young 3-month old pup.

Mutual affection transends time and travel. Together again ~ boy and dog.

Satch’s way of saying “thank you”…

Until tomorrow ~

Woodswoman (Proud mother of Mark and his dog Satch.)