On Friday afternoon before heading over to the park for training I thought it would be a great idea to take Ali, since I never take her with me. Usually it’s Nathan that takes her walking cause she is the worst dog to walk, though totally our fault for not trainer her to. Well Cohen and I packed our bag, put the dog on a leash and started walking over.
The whole time I’m lugging our bag packed with 8kg of weights, water bottle, towels, iPhone, all that jazz… rousing at Ali who is pulling on the leash, talking to my friend who trains with me, trying to cross the dog, my 3 years old and myself across the road, and hanging onto that leash for dear life with Cohen holding the end of it.
Well something had to give, and it did.. Ali’s leash slipped from my hand, she reefed on the leash that Cohen still had a hold of and sent him flying into the air and face crashing into the dirt a meter away.
My poor little boy came up with skin off everywhere screaming for Mummy and crying hard.
After I consoled Cohen, caught the dog and screamed bloody mary at her, we went home to patch up the battle wounds.
Cohen demanded medicine to make him feel better, and I demanded pizza to make me feel better.
Last night his poor little eye was bad, but today……..ooh baby ooh boy
It looks a lot worse then how he is.
Needless to say, he wont be ‘helping’ lead Ali again.