Some Sundays are simply meant to refill your soul — the kind that start with a spin-sculpt class, sneak in a three-mile jog, a lingering lunch with your favorite human, and end with the kitchen looking like a pasta crime scene.
Yesterday was one of those days.
After meal-prep mayhem, we found ourselves stretched out by the pool, sun-kissed and relaxed, ending the evening with The Reluctant Traveler — Eugene Levy’s beautiful awkwardness was the perfect soundtrack to a day that reminded me how lovely ordinary moments can be.
Today, I woke up recharged — grateful for my little household and the rhythm of a Sunday that had movement, mess, laughter, and love in equal measure.
🐶 The Canine Chronicles
Let’s talk about the real rulers of the household: George and Isabella.
George, our distinguished 11-year-old pug, is a gentleman through and through — calm, loyal, expressive, and just vocal enough to remind you who’s boss. He came into our lives as an engagement gift from my husband — my first “small breed” dog and, truthfully, my first real lesson in unconditional love packed into a snorting, snoring, four-legged bundle.
Then came Isabella, my spirited little miniature pinscher who arrived in our lives in less-than-ideal circumstances — timid, tick-covered, living in filth, and barely strong enough to stand. We “rescued” her (read: paid for her freedom) from a pet shop, and she promptly taught me the meaning of chaos, resilience, and devotion.
That first week, I sat on the bathroom floor and cried in frustration — she’d walk half a centimeter off the pee pad, pee, then step back on it to watch me clean up. The audacity! Pure, unfiltered Min Pin energy.
They say pets mirror their owners, and I’m convinced Isabella is me in dog form: feisty, stubborn, small but mighty, and occasionally impossible.
George, though, is balance personified — steady, loving, protective, and probably plotting his next shrimp heist (he once projectile vomited after stealing one; we’ve since learned our lesson). Together, they’ve carried me through some of my brightest days and darkest nights.
They are my family. My constants. My teachers in patience, empathy, and what it means to be fully present.
🍷 The Cabernet (Well, Beaujolais) Chapter
The irony isn’t lost on me that my blog is named Canines and Cabernet when Cabernet actually gives me acid reflux. But we pivot!
Yesterday called for a softer red — a Beaujolais-Villages Gamay — smooth, round, and delightfully easy to sip. There’s something comforting about wine that doesn’t demand attention — it simply complements the moment.
I’d describe it as the liquid equivalent of a salted caramel sourdough brownie (don’t ask me why — it just fits- knock knock, The Culture Co.?). My husband, who doesn’t share my wine obsession, opted for a Vodka and Perrier, and somehow, that combination — wine, laughter, music, and a slightly tipsy pasta chef — made for the perfect Sunday pairing.
For my hesitant wine drinkers: Gamay is your friend. It’s the approachable cousin of the heavier reds — smooth without the bitter aftertaste, easy enough for a casual afternoon, yet classy enough for any table.
🍝 Pasta, Parenthood & Presence
Between simmering pesto, chopping veggies, and trying not to brutalize song lyrics, I realized — this is the good stuff. The mundane, messy, music-filled moments that we often overlook while chasing the next big thing.
My dogs watching us cook. My husband’s laugh as I got lyrics wrong and my pesto exploded on my counter. My glass of wine, half-finished, resting next to a pile of dishes ( are you a wash as you go personality?).
In those moments, life felt full. It wasn’t always so; and that’s for another chapter.
I don’t know if George and Isabella will always be my only babies or if I’ll ever be blessed with a two-legged one — but right now, this is my little universe, and I’m so grateful for it. They remind me daily that love doesn’t need to be loud to be real. Sometimes it’s snoring beside you or staring up at you with complete trust at 2 a.m. after a questionable floor-licking episode.
🎃 A Toast to the Good Days
So here’s to Sundays that blend health and indulgence, laughter and laziness, fur and family.
To Beaujolais instead of Cabernet.
To pasta, patience, and pug snores.
To gratitude in the small, silly things.
It’s spooky season — Halloween, I see you — but for now, I’m just thankful for the ordinary magic that made this Sunday feel like a blessing.
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