Alpha-female Part II and Sisterhood of the Traveling Workout Pants

Today’s dog walk went much smoother than yesterday’s. I kept Eddie on a short leash and did not allow him to walk ahead of me. If he’d try to stop, I’d give him a little tug and ignore the yipes and choking sounds (kidding).

Thankfully he didn’t do his stopping thing in the park again. He kept walking casually and even allowed some other dogs give him the old sniff sniff. The other dogs’ owner remembered Eddie from yesterday and yelled that “we’ll get Eddie out of his shell.” Yesterday he’d asked if we (Eddie or I) knew the other Boston terriers that frequent the park. Shamefully, I do not know them because I just started walking my dog. I’m a terrible mother.

TRAVELING WORKOUT PANTS

When I got to the gym yesterday, I strolled over to my usual locker (I must use the same one every time and have panic attacks when someone else is using it) and low and behold my workout pants are not in my bag. I look again, unpack everything, look again. No pants. Great. I packed up and went to the front desk and asked if they were in the lost and found. They were not. I checked my car. Not there. Since I don’t bring my stinky clothes in the house after I workout (except once a week when I wash them), this means I must have left them in the locker room after my last workout and either:

1. Someone found them and decided to keep them for herself. The dirty broad.

2. No one found them and they are sitting in some dirty corner all lonely and dirty.

I can’t afford new workout pants right now, so I guess I’ll be working out in my undies.

I’m the Alpha-Female, dammit.

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I gave up on walking my dog Eddie a while back. He was too much of a spaz and I just wasn’t digging it. He’d walk all over the place, tangle up the leash causing me to almost eat sh*t a couple times, and he’d stop abruptly and not want to move for reasons unbeknownst to this ignorant human.

Well this morning I decided I needed to get him walking again. It’s cruel not to walk dogs and it’s not my fault his daddy doesn’t want to walk him! He’s a dog and needs to walked. So I got up 25 minutes early this morning and off we went.

The walk went OK at first. I kept my shoulders back and the leash tight, and I kept walking and did not allow him to stop. When we got to the park, I don’t know what happened but he did not want to move. He stopped in his tracks and gave me this “If I move from this spot I will DIE” look. So I let him hang out for a bit, then I tugged on his leash. He didn’t budge, so I tugged a little harder. I pulled so hard his damn collar came off. Luckily he still stood there like a frozen dog, so I just slipped it back on and tightened it a bit.

After a few more attempts, I said screw this and I picked him up and carried him out of the park. Once we were gone and back in the neighborhood, he seemed OK. He was walking a little slower so I guess he was just tired. Poor little thing is so out of shape. People used to think we didn’t feed him because he was so skinny. Now he’s a plump little thing. Kind of shameful really. Oh well, everyone (and every dog) has to start somewhere. We’ll try again tomorrow, but I’m going to stay away from that scary park.