Quite the sight

Tonight Evan is at a White Sox game leaving Liam, Butters and I to fend for ourselves. Things were going pretty smoothy until it was time for a walk.

Evan took my car to Chicago but I forgot to get the stroller out of the trunk. Massive fail on my part. A decision needed to be made-keep my promise to my son and dog risking all of our lives? Or denying all of us the walk that was very much needed.

I guess I felt lucky, because before I knew what I was doing Butters was strapped up and we were out the door. Things were going very well at first (due to the fact that I had threatened Butters at the beginning of the walk that she had better be good or she wouldn't be coming home with us). Liam is a fast walker so we were all walking at a fairly normal speed until seven (long) blocks from home when Liam began to slow down. He was most likely very tired of walking. We were however still seven (long) blocks from home.

He walked for another block and a half before I decided to carry him the rest of the way home. Once he rested his head on my shoulder I knew that we had probably gone too far.

I would like to add at this point that I'm not sure who my dog is at times. Most of the time when we have visitors or she's licking herself on my couch I want to kill her. But tonight? She was amazing, a truly mature, wonderful, obedient dog who walked by mine and Liam's side. I was so proud of her and made sure to give her treats and lots of love once we got home for being so good.

I wish I had had my camera to take a picture of all of us on our walk. We had lots of people driving by looking out their car windows smiling at us. I imagined them thinking 'What a picture perfect family! How sweet!'

If only it were true...