Saturday, we took a trip out to BJ’s Warehouse in Bridgeville, PA. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but there’s something oddly satisfying about loading up on bulk packs of paper towels, snacks, and enough dog treats to bribe a small army. We wandered the aisles like we were on a quest for survival supplies, and let’s be honest—there’s always something you don’t need but end up buying anyway. That store is dangerous like that.

Today? We tried to check out the farmers market in downtown St. Clairsville. But it was kind of a flop. The sun was brutal—93 degrees and not even a breeze to save us. A bunch of vendors bailed because of the heat, which I totally get. I was sweating just walking to the car.

So after roasting in the sun for nothing, we came home, kicked off our shoes, and just relaxed with the dogs. That’s the kind of therapy I need more often. Jersey, Larkin, and Aldo were all over us, just happy we were home. There’s something about the way dogs love you without condition—tail wags, sloppy kisses, and belly flops right onto your lap. That kind of love? That’s pure joy.

Sometimes you make big plans… and sometimes, just laying around with the dogs ends up being the best part of the weekend.