Friday, May 03, 2013
I walk my girls after work. Just so you know my "girls" are to rather large black dogs, Gypsy at 100 lbs and Tazzy at 70. They LOVE walk time and I use a buddy system waist leash, Gypsy get my right and Tazzy my left. We do between 3 and 5 miles a night. That's the set up to this story.
Got home late from work, got changed, harnessed up the girls and myself. Hit the stop watch and we're off. Something didn't feel right and I checked my waistband. I had left my fitbit in the bathroom. We were only about 3 houses from home so I decided to turn around.
Well, the girls had a FIT. They couldn't understand WHY we were going home. I now had criss-crossing dogs, one whining, one barking. I keep my balance and get to the front door. I got up the 3 stairs and get pulled to a dead stop. Both dogs are standing on the sidewalk refusing to move. I tried to take my waistband off but it was tangled in the leashes (it was a mess).
I get the door open and call for hubby. He must have heard panic instead of frustrating in my voice because H nearly killed himself tripping over a cat running to the door.
Hubby "what's wrong?"
me "I left my fitbit in the bathroom, could you get it?"
me "I said I left my fit bit in the bathroom. The girls won't move because they think I'm trying to end the walk, could you get it?"
Hubby "You're what?"
me ""fitbit, you deaf"
Hubby " no out of breath and nearly killed Thor (one of the cats) and you want your fitbit!"
me "yep, I need to untangle the leashes.
He sighed and went and got it. When I turned around my neighbor had seen the whole thing and yells "what the H--L is a fitbit?"
I held it up, smiled, and clipped it back on. My hubby yells from behind me, "obviously it's the battery pack for her legs and she'll DIE without it."
I stuck out my tongue as my neighbor laughed. We had a great 4 mile walk!