I often tell people that we don't have wiener dogs. We have a bratwurst and a little smokey. Bless his heart, Oscar is a little husky.
Not "A" husky. He IS husky.
He really likes to eat. Since Lu is afraid of her food dish (and everything else in the world... *sigh*) he often polishes off her dinner before I can catch him and tell him no.
So, the healthy revolution has started and we have started to walk/jog after I get home from work at night. They crack me up so much that I decided to take along my camera tonight and try get some pictures.
First, I tried to capture the moment when I asked the babies if they wanted to go for a walk. This first one made me laugh so much! It definitely captured what I was hoping for. Pure excitement right there, ladies and gentlemen!
Since I walk them both by myself while Matt is at the gym, I have to have a system to keep control of both dogs and hold the doo doo bags.
And the camera, of course. Because everyone who is walking two extremely hyper dogs should stop and take pictures periodically.
I think I'm crazy.
"Let's GO mom!"
I was trying to get all three of our shadows, but Lucy moved at the last minute. Bad dog!
Kidding of course.
This right here is a woman on a mission. Thankfully, she likes to run ahead, because the girl stopped to "tinkle" no less than 17 times during the course of our walk.
Then she decided to poop in the middle of the sidewalk. What kind of silly dog does that??? I quickly looked around, locked their leashes, then fumbled around with the doo doo bags.
And grabbed the camera.
Okay, actually I cleaned up the mess THEN grabbed the camera. But only because I couldn't get the doo doo baggie open with one hand, so I had to improvise with my leash holding. When I realized how silly I must have looked, I just had to take a picture.
As I was bent over to clean up her mess, a lovely little couple came walking up the sidewalk behind me while I had my back end sticking up in the air. Um yeah, I got some strange looks from them.
What do you even say? Lu doesn't like the pokey grass, can you blame her?
Oscar was embarrassed.
"Are we almost done yet?"
When we finished our walk, I noticed that the dog park inside our apartment complex was empty (that never happens!) so I took them over there to run free for a while. In typical boy fashion, Oscar found a nasty stinky mud puddle to play in, so when we went home he was carried straight upstairs and put in the tub.
Call me a crazy dog lady if you want, but I do love my babies!