We have had some beautiful weather lately, so I decided to take Jay on a walk to our friend Lisa's house. He got his trusty Batman skates on and Whisper's leash and we were off. We have done this walk many times so I didn't worry too much about Jay wearing his Batman skates. Well, about a third of mile into the walk, Jay develops a big blister on his big toe and can't skate any longer. At first I thought of just letting him walk, but as I looked at the ground I noticed all of the shards of glass everywhere, and knew that it was a bad idea. I realized that my only option was to carry him. We only had two-thirds of a mile till we got to Lisa's house. I had Jay on my shoulders and Whisper's leash in one hand and the other holding on to Jay and his skates.
We made it to Lisa's and found that she was not home. I knew that we could not wait around for her to come home, so back home we went with Jay on my shoulders. A quarter mile into our trek home Whisper decides to poop. I decides that it would be wrong of me to leave the poop there, so I scoop it up and put in my dog poop bag. Now I am not only holding onto Jay with one hand and the leash with the other, I have a poop bag too. Since my hands were full, I had to carry the poop bag at chest height. The bag got worse and worse smelling as we got closer to home. By the time I was actually able to throw it away, I felt like I needed to throw up. This is what makes my life so interesting...
