11 July 2011

8 July 2011

Two Thoughts Tuesday: On Dog Walking

1) I think Iverson is confused. He must truly believe that his urine is one of those bulk rate, discount store sale papers or something. I mean why else would he think he needs to stop and deposit some of it at every single mailbox?

One hour walk = One hour sprawled on the floor panting. Old, fat dog.

2) It is probably best not to yell 'Squirrel!' while holding on to the dog's lead. Unless you really don't care if your arm remains in its socket. I'd imagine the same holds true for 'Chipmunk!', 'Duck!', & 'Bear!' though I had not the opportunity to test the theory. Maybe tomorrow.

Can't quite put my finger on it

This weekend, we decided to take a long after dinner stroll. The purpose of this little diversion--besides getting fresh air and a little exercise--was to wear the two little dumplings out so they would go right to Sleepy Town as soon as their little noggins hit the pillow. Perhaps, they would be so tired from the excursion that they might actually sleep long enough for Mama to enjoy a little snooze-a-thon in the morning instead of finding herself awoken at dawn by the sound of the two of them thumping and banging above her head.  Sugar plums danced through my brain at just the thought.

The plan started out perfectly. I smiled smugly as I imagined the sweet sound of their exhausted snores wafting down to me all snug in my bed. 

But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the objective. Despite our well laid plan of attack, the two little hoodlums did not end up as energy drained as I'd envisioned. I've gone over and over our execution, but

I just can't figure out where the plan failed.

Any ideas?