I decided to walk to my son's baseball practice. So I loaded my 3.5 year old, my 1 year old and thought, I'll give my dog, Taylor a walk too and have him come with us. Not even a half a mile into the walk we had to stop for Taylor and let him lay on the grass along the sidewalk...panting, tongue hanging a mile out of his mouth. I'd give him water and we let him catch his breath. We had to do this six times before I finally looked at my 3.5 year old and said, "We are never going to get to your practice on time, until Taylor rides in the stroller." and so there it is...I had to pick my 95 pound Boxer up and put him in the stroller next to my 1 year old, who really wasn't sure what to think about his big furry brother being in the stroller with him. But I think he may have enjoyed the nice rocking motion Taylor's pant gave to the stroller. Ha..ha. By the time I got to the baseball field I had people giving me thumbs up, people laughing and pointing, I knew how ridiculous scene looked, but there it was all I could do. A little ways down the road, my 3.5 year old started complaining and I had to have him ride on the front triangle of the stroller. Who knew three miles could turn into such an escapade?
We made it to the practice on time and Taylor still wanted to sit in the stroller even after we made it to the baseball field.