I felt like it all went entirely too smoothly. And I was right. As soon as I got home the chaos began. It's been tradition that Scout escapes each arrival only to run over to the neighbors for a quick chase of their cat. Apparently he was not locked securely in the home while I was unloading the car and off he went. Hobbling, still faster then I could run.
After a block of chasing him, I remembered the children. At home. Oh SHIT! So I ran home. Good thing because MaKenna found the same escape route the dog did, the front door. If you know my home, the front area is a scary place for wobbly walkers. It's stairs and hills. I found the little toddler smiling pretty in the middle of the lawn. Almost to the hill and past the concrete stairs she does not normally go down.
I snatched her up and decided to hell with the dog. The kids are more important. And my heart was being pulled in two directions so I looked one more time through the very back gate. And there he was. My protection for the next three weeks. Giving me the look of, where do I stand? Weren't you at least going to come and find me.
Deep breathes I thought to myself. I got him and my other limbs. Let's get out of this house. As if we haven't been gone long enough, but I seriously needed to get some exercise and relieve some minor stress from that entire happening.
I loaded the girls in the double decker, Mason got on his new Giant bike (it's a 16 incher) and Scout got the rope attached to his Christmas collar. Yes, rope. I made sure to grab a glove for my right hand so there aren't anymore rope burns. The dog gets more attention than I did when I lived there. So I am not quite sure what's up with the collar and so called leash.
The first block of our walk took us past some neighbor kids playing football in the street. Whom yelled at us, that's a cool dog. And then laughed. I knew I was having issues, but for 8 year olds to laugh it must have been hilarious.
We went for a total of maybe 10 blocks. My right arm was yanked out of socket while my left hand became sore from steering the girls' cart. Mason rode his bike. The only part of our walk that worked, kind of. He failed to look for cars. Tomorrow night we'll be going straight to the track and going there until I figure out the dog and kid walking thing.