Today the weather was unusually pleasant. Between moving, unpacking and everyday life, we haven’t had much time to go to the dog park.

And, in my defense, the last time I took them without Leo, Thor decided to morph into a little alpha, fixating on a dog and trying to hump him. When I tried to leash him…well, it now looks like a by strong man grabbed my wrist the wrong way. Evil little Ewok…

Darla is a champ at the dog park, for the most part. Sometimes (rarely, thank God) they decide to gang up on the same dog and make me a very embarrassed canine mommy.

So today, feeling guilty about their lack of park time, I decided to talk them for a walk around our neighborhood.
It was like they forgot anything we taught them. Leashes were tugged, sidewalks pooped on, children harassed…

I decided to cut the walk short; I still had to get my food and purse out of the car. While I pondered how to hold an excited shih tzu and an unruly Dane while I got the car open and my food out, it happened.

Darla saw a pug.

At first, she gave no inclination of any intention to get closer. Just when I thought I was in the clear- whoosh! I think she dragged me about five feet before I was able to regain control. And do you think little miss acted at all ashamed? Nope.
Thor at least had the decency to walk land behave like
a champ as I balanced my food, my bag, and the two hellhounds up the stairs (because, today of all days, the elevator in my building went kapoot). It want until I got inside did she realize mommy was mad. She quickly
Read me and scampered to her bed, hanging her head in shame…