Walking the dog..

You ever noticed that when you walk your dog they always seem to wait until a car passes to make their business?  However, Today Anabelle picked nice, secluded, grassy patch that had it not been a church yard I would have apporoved..It was out of eyesite of passing cars and I had to agree with her that the grass was nice and plush.  But there is just something wrong with letting your dog doo on holy grounds...so when she started circling I was like, "NOOOOO!!!!!" and did what felt like a slow motion run to stop her.  It seemed "Marley & Me" esque (the part where marley poos in the ocean).  I got her to another grassy knoll, and of course I got to wave as the cars seemed to stream by while she read the newspaper.
As we continued on it was kind of nice.  The light breeze seemed to take the burn out of the 100 degree sun bearing down on me.  I could see the park just ahead and I could tell Ann could too because she got a little extra hitch in her giddyup...she started kinda running and looking back like " Really mom, I am running faster you?" So I trotted a bit and our feet finally sunk into the soft grass.  As I sat there for a minute I was like wow, this is nice, I should do this more often.  It was nice just siting in the cool grass with my dog and not worrying about anything...and then the yelling.....  Apparently these were the only tweens in Artesia without cell phones.  All the way across the park they carried on a conversation about why one was leaving..."Where ya going?" "I'm leaving." "Why?"  I stopped listening at this point because I was perplexed by the person I was seeing yelling across the park.  Very long Bieber hair(almost girl length but shaped for a guy), black wardrobe from head to toe aside from the chains, pants so baggy and so low I honestly have NO IDEA how he kept them on.  It was a magic trick of some sort is all I can gather.  He was kindaa ambling back toward his bellowing companions and it took all I had to not yell, "Hey boy, if you put your drawers on you'll get there faster!" I decided heading back might be the better idea.
On the way back, I stopped and talked to a friend from church who I realized lives along the way (at which time I also realized Anabelle is not as comfortable with other dogs as I have always thought.) Moving along after small talk about the weather, my walk was almost complete.  Anabelle rounded the next two corners as if we had taken this route a hundred times before, I think she is a lot smarter than I giver her credit for...and I KNOW she is a lot smarter than Drew gives her credit for, but that is a-whole-nother blog. 
So a few more walks under her belt and maybe I can get her and Guinness out at the same time...That should be lots of fun, and lots of embarrassing potty breaks to endure!
Have a GOODloe Day!