I prefer to show you this image, in which you can see my utter delight rolling around in the grasses of Connecticut.
The weekend didn't start off so auspiciously.
You see, she had just applied my anti-tick medication a few hours earlier. You know, the medication that's supposed to last for a month. The minute — no, the second — I was released from the car, I took off like a sprinter, racing across the lawn and into a small pond that was calling my name, alas more loudly than she was. Her "tears" (joking) were not the only thing that hadn't dried.