Dog in a stroller...

Last year my friend Cari, our two boys and Sandy went for a walk around the neighborhood. Now the boys were of the age where they weren't quite up to walking the whole 2 and a quarter miles up and down hills. So I figured, well the dog needs some exercise, so let's take him. Big mistake.

We started off at a good pace, Sandy merrily trotting along, peeing and pooping on every available inanimate object. La, la, la everything is all good. At the top of the first hill is when I suspect that we may have a problem. Sandy lays down, white foam coming out his mouth, panting like an emphysema patient. "Get up Sandy, let's go" Dog gets up, walks precisely 5 feet and lays all the way down on the tarmac. Well, crap now we have a problem. Not moving at all. Let's take a break for 5 minutes. Ok, yay now the dog is ready to walk again.

Fast forward to the last quarter mile. Uh-oh, Sandy is on the pavement again, looking like he's just run the Boston Marathon on speed or something. At this point I'm dragging him up the hill swearing and trying to push the jog stroller. He finally gives up 500 ft later in front of a group of townhouses. I seriously want to disown him at this point, he's not budging, not now, not ever.

So Cari and I scratch our heads and are trying to think of a way to get him home. Finally, ding, ding, ding!! Cari gets her son out of the jogging stroller and we deposit our crippled dog into the stroller. We pushed him home like this. When we got home, my husband rushed out with the camera to capture the moment. So there you have it, the story of how Sandy ended up in a stroller.