My Son, the Dog

After an early start this morning to take Joey to an Eagle Scout project, and a lovely visit to Nana's house (I met Chuck, the Butcher finally), I came home with Jack. Since it's such a lovely day after yesterday's downpour, I wanted to take the dogs for a walk.

So, I got out the leashes, and got the dogs ready. Jackson liked that idea, so he insisted that I put his little puppy backpack on him, since it has a kiddy leash. I should have realized what I was in for...

We walked outside, and started around the block. After about 5 minutes, he didn't want to hold my hand anymore, but wanted me to hold onto his leash. I looked around to make sure no one was watching and did as he had asked. After another 1o minutes of this (he had stopped talking words at this point, just nodding yes and no), he decided thousand of years of bipedalism was grossly overrated, got on all fours and started crawling, just like the doggies. So, now I'm walking down the street lead by three dogs, one of which is my 3 year old son. By now I had gotten back onto Fitzgerald Road and street traffic had increased. He was alternating between crawling and running onto the neighbors' lawns, following the dogs' lead. It was quite embarrassing.

Finally we got home. I unleashed the dogs, and gave them fresh water in their bowls. I unleashed jack, and he wanted a drink of water in his spiderman cup, wait, no, he wanted a bowl of water to drink. So, I gave him a plastic bowl and showed him he could drink out of it like a cup. He tried that, but it just didn't have the right feel. So, he asked for a refill, and put it on the kitchen floor. He spent the next 10 minutes sticking his tongue into the bowl, that shared with the cat.

Gone was the talkative three year old. I now has a barking, scratching, bowl drinking dog.