5 A.M. and 12 degrees. Get dressed. Walk the dog to the river park. Release her from her leash so she can do her duty and run. Walk a little further. Pull the two brownish-green, crusty-from-dog-saliva, squeeky, tennis balls out of pocket. Throw them 25 times (keeping count cause it's cold and want to go home). Head back home. Ask self if that whole ordeal was necessary. Think of how cranky spouse gets when dog is too full of energy when wakes up and how the dog was self's idea and not spouses'... Ordeal was necessary.
Dog's asleep.
5 comments:
Hi, Aaron --
It's your cousin Hillary. I got your blog address from my sister who got it from your mom after Sebastian's scary incident. I stopped by to read about it and have enjoyed your posts. I'm so glad it appears Sebastian is doing well. What an amazing story! Maya is our 2-year-old, and we've found ourselves holding her a little closer to us when we're out and about. I know how quickly they can escape...and how completely fearless they are (at least Maya is, but I think that has a lot to do with being the middle child, too).
Hey, you even inspired us to start a blog of our own. It's a great way to keep up with people we rarely see...
Take care!
Hey -
Good hubby - good hubby - you are well trained.
Hey Hillary - what's your blog address?
h.
A good hubby is a happy hubby... er something.
If you click on the blue "hillaryandjay" you will be brought to Hillary's profile. Scroll down to the profile and you will find a link to the blog. I suppose you already figured that out... but just in case you didn't, there you go.
My post yesterday didn't take, I guess. It was simply...
"Wise....good psychology."
Making me miss Gypsy...except she never was one to actually "fetch" anything, other than food that is. Happy dog walking!
Jen
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