The weekend stretches differently. No alarm, no rush to the kibble bin, no watching Mom gather her school things by the door.

Dad stays in his pajamas past breakfast. The morning light comes through the family room door and nobody moves to catch it but me.

Gus has claimed the studio sofa and shows no signs of leaving. The cookie jar sits unattended. I could remind them, but Saturday has its own rhythm and I’m learning to trust it.

The mud on our paws from yesterday’s walk is still caked between my toes. The trails are turning soft with the warm weather. More walks coming, longer ones, the kind where we disappear into Good Dog Park and emerge hours later, tired and satisfied.

For now, the house holds us all in place. The weekend is a long exhale.

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