Who's Walking Who?

Picture this scene:

Little Guatemalan born boy in a jogger,

a quirky 6 year old boy of Korean ancestry walking a skittish Chihuahua,

an overweight thirty-something red-faced Mom pushing the jogger

AND holding on to the leash of a prissy Chihuahua Princess

AND holding on to the leash of a hyper-active 6 month old pit pull who has a thing for cats.

It’s no wonder we have repeated inquiries during our outtings as to “Who’s walking who?” Followed by Tee-hee-hees!

I wish I had an actual picture of our crew but as yet I have not mastered that task AND my new found walking responsibilities. Therefore, I'll rely on this pic

to give you the idea of what we look like trotting down our street.

The positive is that all of us are walking 45 minutes each evening, except Evan who rides in the jogger. Mr. C is keeping that heel down on the right side while we walk and he has the chore of walking Nan’s Chihuahua Chico. They are quiet the pair to say the least! I have explained to my little professor a few times now that “Chico does not speak English Mr. C.” His reply? “What language does he speak?” “Japanese I guess.” Hey I have to keep it interesting.