We did it! Six weeks today since Brick’s surgery! Decided to celebrate with his first neighborhood walk since the “great cutting of ‘24”

Right out the gate Maybe lightens her load so I doody-fully bag it and attach it to her halter. My head’s on a swivel because the weeds are 4 feet tall, a mockingbird is following us, so I fear there may be a cat in the undertow. I catch a whiff of Maybe’s double bagged breakfast and glance in her direction to see a tear in the side of layer one just as Brick crashes into her again. I demand everybody STOP before Brick needs bathing, and take pause to re-bag the stench.

We travel another 8 feet when Brick decides it’s his turn so we stop again while I fumble with the zippered purse attached to the leash loop, then fish his deposit out of the tall grasses while both dogs are determined to continue their journey, in opposite directions of my left hand.

With everyone’s party favors well secured to their respective halters we continue our ramble, covering at least 20 feet before Brick decides to launch face first into a grass that was on the verge of scattering its seeds to the wind. He heroically rescued each pokey little pod, with his face.

Now I’m scrambling to get the very sharp grassettes off his face, the one lodged in the corner of his eye, several in his cheek, just below his ear flap. I’m flailing at his face like a turkey trying to take flight, I see foxtails have wedged so deep into his fur, you can just make out the yellow whiskers against his jet black. 

“We clearly weren’t ready for a public adventure, Bud” I mumble while trying to get his foot out of the loop of my shoelace.  We were hardly out of site of the house but I’d had enough excitement so we turned back. Probably best if we work our way up to a full lap around the block, he’s had me sitting around binging netflix with him for 6 weeks after all.