A Bumbling Idiot

That's what I become when I walk the two dogs on leashes. What's missing from this picture is a bag of dog poop dangling from one hand. That adds to the mix. The story of my life is having "brilliant" ideas but never considering the ramifications of what it will mean in my life. "Let's keep a puppy!" Now I have to feed walk and clean up after two dogs. We have to pay to board two dogs when we go somewhere.

Anyway, you would think that the law of averages would mean that they would walk on the same side of barriers at least half the time. Nope. 97% of the time they choose different sides - from each other or from me. Once a dog goes around a tree the wrong way it is almost impossible to get them to go back the way they came. They just do not get it. I have perfected several strategies for untangling - there's the twirl with one hand over the head - the one hand behind the back switch and the ever popular drop the dang leash and pick it up again gambit.

Emma is the mad pooper. She can't just squat and poop- no- she walks as she poops and drops presents in a line behind her. I have to be very vigilant to get it all. It's like a very ugly Easter egg hunt. Zoe is more normal, but JUST LATELY- she has been doing the walking poop trick too. When they do it at the same time I become the bumbling idiot of poop scooping.

Yesterday at 7 AM I was out in the common area of the townhouse complex and was tying a bag of poop- so that I only had a loose grip on the leashes and I was pre-occupied and they spied a cat across the street so they bolted after it, dragged the leashes clattering behind them up on a neighbors porch. They live with a cat, for heaven's sake! You'd think they would be used to cats.