Sunday Confessional

Two days ago, we started our normal routine of getting up, nursing and getting ready to walk the dog.


I must of been bagged because, while I took great care to protect Zuul from the frigid morning, I completely forgot to strap her in safely in her stroller.

If you follow my blog, you know this is a BIG FUCKING DEAL because Subversive Dog can really throw her weight around, and has damn near toppled the stroller over before in her excitement. Luckily for Zuul and I, (not so much for puppy), she has been nursing a scraped up paw and, therefore, with a sad limp, a lot gentler with us all.

Still, feeling like an epic fail as a mom. The only thing making me feel like less of a failure (just a little) is the story an old family friend told me.

Her daughter, who’s a year or two older than me, was also raised by a German Shepherd and told me about the day she parked her then toddler outside of a boutique and tied the dog to it before heading in to shop. (I’ll let that absorb with you for a bit.)

She came out to find the dog had pulled her baby 3 blocks down the street. No harm to any party except maybe a life lesson in where not to tie the dog (or leave your children, cough cough).

For the record, this particular mom is most excellent and a good life long friend. The 70’s were just a very different parenting era. Very. 0_o