Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.
Yes. A horse on a leash. Henry and I were on a walk this morning, and as we trudged up a big hill, I looked into the distance, saw another walker, and thought, “I think that lady is walking a mini horse.” And – would you believe it? – she actually was walking a horse. On a leash. A pink leash.
Her name is Brandy and she lives in a playhouse in the backyard. She watches TV in the living room, though. I am curious about the logistics of picking up Brandy’s poop while on walks – are trash bags required?!
Our walk was actually part of my workout – I only had twenty minutes to spare before Kristien left for work, so I dash out the door and ran two miles solo. Then, I looped back, grabbed Henry and James, and walked another mile or so.
You know – I’m thinking that I will invest in a baby jogging stroller. You aren’t supposed to run with babies until they are older (because of their head control), and I didn’t think I’d really want to regularly jog with Henry, but it may be nice. I should keep my eyes peeled when I go to consignment shops and whatnot – maybe I can score one for cheap!
A stir-fry of:
Italian dressing <— the secret ingredient!
I once saw someone walking a goat on a leash. True story.