Emotions are running high these days, with 2 weeks to go until the due date of Baby Boy Anderson. Hormones, mostly, have me going full speed one minute to near exhaustion the next. And don't forget the tears...those are likely to fire off at a moments notice - without much real warning whatsoever.

Our Thursday lunch-hour walk was a true test of trigger speed of those tears. The outting started off a little shakey when we came across an elderly lady walking her severely overweight Corgi off-leash. I didn't have the energy to fight the on-leash Hunter and Wally to keep them reigned in, so quickly dropped their leashes, letting them join the "free from the leash" club that the Corgi seemed to be enjoying. They danced around with their new friend as they typically do, and Hunter went off to go pee somewhere as part of the ritual. Of course, that meant he was dragging his leash under him and yes...you guessed it...proceeded to mark some territory all over his leash. Yeah...like I said...not a great start.

We managed to get through that challenging event WITHOUT tears, but it must have put me in a vulnerable position. The rest of our walk proceeded with little much worth reporting. A standard sniff-fest, with Wally darting off into the trees/bushes on occasion.

Then...the last 10 minutes of our walk happened. I rounded the corner on the roads we walk at lunch to see Wally in the tall grass but looking a little off-kilter. His legs/feet are flailing in the air, which could mean only one thing...he's rolling in something. Why? Why me? Why now? All I could do is yell at him to try to get him to cease the rolling in whatever abomination he'd found to use as this season's newest fragrance. He stopped pretty quickly and came gleefully to me with something slimy and gunky covering his back. The smile he'd worn seconds before was gone the moment I opened my mouth and reprimanded him. He knew he'd messed up big time, but the damage had been done. And that's when they hit...the TEARS. All I could think about was how in the world I was going to clean this dog up. I could barely tie my shoes these days, let alone bathe Wally - the dog who squirms and wiggles throughout the entire bathing session. Hunter appeared concerned (he stuck pretty close until I recovered, which in hindsight was so sweet) and Wally remorseful (he didn't leave my side the rest of the walk), but that didn't solve anything...and I cried.

I finally called Ty and his words were music to my ears. "Throw him outside for the rest of the day and we'll wash him when I get home." Husband to the rescue!

Wally did spend the rest of the day in the backyard and looked more like a stray dog then ever before. Not only did he have the most disgusting of gunk on his fur, but he moped and pouted his way through the afternoon. Slinking from one spot to another, figuring he'd been banished for the rest of his life.

Ty ended up bathing Wally for me on Thursday night and I was oh-so-grateful. No tears since, but you never know when these two pups will drive me to it again these days! :) Good thing I love 'em so much that nothing ever seems all that bad for long.