Three Quarters

Yesterday, I may have made one of the stupidest decisions of my life. It started when I decided that I would take Randi and Earl on their first walk in the desert in 8 months. All started normally, when I pulled out the leash, Randi and Earl nearly knocked me over. I risked breaking all of my nails trying to get them on the leash and they tumbled out the door. The puppies have a tandem leash. This works well because if one tries to go one way the other one usually is doing the opposite and it results in less marginally less yanking. The whole process went awry when I opened the gate and Clark ran into the front yard.
When Clark gets out of the yard, it is a fiasco. Usually he won't come back and so I have to go and get food and then chase him and 20 minutes later, I grab him. So when he got out, I said a few choice words. However as soon as I opened the door to the truck Clark jumped in. I thought great! I'll grab him. Only Clark wasn't having it and every time I opened the door, he ran to a different area of the truck. So I did the only logical thing: I got his harness and leashed and decided to take Randi, Earl and Clark on a walk.

(Sarah, freed of the constraints of all of the lesser, undisciplined and annoying members of the pack enjoyed quiet time. She ate peacefully. She made her perimeter check without anyone in front of her, behind her, next to her, punking her, looking at her or otherwise compromising the integrity of the permimeter check. She sun bathed wherever she wanted without anyone near her and she reminisced about the times when this was her normal life. Then we came home.)

Randi and Earl love the car and they sit very well in the back seat (as long as the child locks are on the windows.) Clark-not so much. He's nervous nelly and has to stand the whole time. Before we left, I had called my sister to let her know I was embarking on a possible life damaging endeaver and if she didn't hear back from me it was because I had been dismembered in the desert walking 3/4 of the pack. Once we got out of the car and on our way the walk was remarkably peaceful and pleasant. I think I may rent them out as a new upper body workout since I'm sore from pulling back. We did not see a rabbit or any other animal, so I think this may be one reason we survived.

Then, the pack decided to be assholes when Josh brought his puppy over to play. Well, everyone but Sarah. She was just pissed. First, Josh had promised he would take her. Second he didn't. Third she probably thought that his puppy might be staying. The other three quarters were big jerks and mean.