Last night on our nightly walk around the block, K saw a big black dog down the street some, wandering around the neighborhood. I told him to pick up our pint-sized mutt, Beetoe and I turned around to grab a couple of palm-sized river rocks from some landscaping nearby. We were afraid of this dog? Not really. What we were afraid of was the anti-social wonder currently nestled in K’s arms.
Normally, if we had been on this walk without Beetoe, we would have let the dog come up to us, given him some pets. He looked to be a black labrador, very friendly. His tale was wagging and his posture was very relaxed. But if he came close, he’d want to sniff her butt and then she would be starting something she couldn’t finish. We didn’t particularly care to be in the middle of that.
So we held onto our rocks, just in case (it never hurts to carry a walk rock anyhow, as not all the dogs in the neighborhood are friendly, there’s a high concentration of rottweilers and pitbulls). But we did tell the dog sternly as he loped towards us, “No!” “Go home!” It worked, though he followed us from across the street for a while, hoping for any sign of friendliness. Poor dog, I hope he found his way home.
The princess meanwhile, completed the walk unscathed and rewarded herself with a good knawing on her new pink elephant stuffed animal.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
