That's all before we even get outside.
Our dogs pretty much walk us. Lola is full-steam ahead. She keeps her head down and chugs along so briskly that her little ears flop around. OR she loses her footing and falls on her face. And Duke, well, he LOVES to go on walks. He zig-zags this way and that...nose to the ground...nose in the air...nose on the mailbox. People actually stare at us as they drive by.
Today as we were walking we came across another couple walking their two chocolate labs. We fell in behind them on the same street. Lola is going CRAZY trying to make us gggoooo fffassstttter so she can meet those dogs up there. And Duke is whining, tugging on his leash. Jeremy says, 'Look at those dogs up there. Why can't y'all walk nice like that?' The dogs up ahead actually had slack leashes..which meant their people weren't having their arms tugged out of their sockets. I glance at our two mutts and back at Jeremy and say, 'Because we don't have two chocolate labs'. Jeremy sighs and says, 'Yeah, we're stuck with Spaz and Gimpy'.