More Adventures With Molly
So, no walk last night. It was raining (oh so lovely--lots of strobe lightning and boisterous thunder for several hours), so, tired as I am, I thought, well--at least around the block. So, I didn't put on my tennis shoes. Just kept my flip-flops on. We get a little further than I hoped to go, and Molly does her roll around thing in the driest grass she finds, and she slips out of her collar. And I think, just say Come here girl and get a treat. So, she comes. And I get her collar on. Meanwhile, fireworks (which are banned this year) are exploding and she's getting skiddish and pulling hard. And then, I blow out one of my flip flops and realize we still have a long way to home. So, I carry the dead thing in one hand, Molly's leash in the other, try to hang on to her as the fireworks keep going off, try to look like Yep, I meant to do this (dead flip flop) as car lights meet the two of us, me hobbling and hoping I don't step on some glass or a nail or someone's sputum. Yep, real good time, folks!