Some Days, It Just Doesn't Pay to Chew Through the Restraints

He has a need... a need for speed!

Mom and I had a deal going while she was here - we were going to do a little exercising every day. Just a little walk through the neighborhood, nothing big - well, I say walk, but what I mean is her walking, wrangling Daisy and Lili, while Moose and I did a dignified scooter walk beside the hooligans. 

Yesterday was a down day due to various infirmities popping up, but today...  today, I showered *and* put on a bra (red letter day), as did Mom (not a big deal for her, but still...)  We performed various feats of puppy wrangling, finding Moose's harness, clipping on leashes, finding my shoes  (ok, it's been a while since I left the house).  Anyway... finally got out to the garage, opened the door... and the skies opened up. We're not talking a little Oregon sprinkle, we're talking "has anyone talked to Noah lately?" The girls still wanted to brave it, but frankly, I was worried they might float off. 

Unfortunately, I'd expended my energy getting out to the garage, so I needed to rest up before attempting the stairs, and the only convenient seat was the scooter.  Moose immediately hopped on the floorboard, shouting the canine equivalent of "floor it".  He was mightily disappointed when I explained we were heading back into the house - in fact, I had to drag him off the scooter to get him to realize it wasn't happening,  so he's definitely getting a scooter ride tomorrow, no matter what. 

We finally made it safely back inside, gave puppies treats, etc... and realized - my living room has not one, but two massive glass sliding doors.  And yet, neither Mom nor I bothered to check to see if it was raining before we started this expedition...  Yep.  On this one, title says it all.