There's something about a dog's fuzzy, squishy muzzle that I just want to kiss. Because the Dog Love runs strong in our family of four, we headed out for an afternoon at the Houston Dog Show!
Sean and I must have had a joint brain seizure because we decided to carry the boys around the show in lieu of the stroller. They were, in a word, wiggly.
But when we got to the fly ball section, we plopped them on our shoulders and they went wild over those racing, barking dogs.
It was interesting, at home Liam is much more likely to pet Pogo but at the dog show, he was more hesitant while Dash jumped right in there to greet the friendly canines.
Let me tell you though, holding onto a child for two hours is exhausting. They still don't favor walking but there weren't places for them to crawl. I was feeling those muscles ache for days.
I always like the obstacle courses. I was hard for the boys to get into it when the dog spent half the time on the far side of the mat. They'll probably like it more when their attention spans lengthen. We did, though, decide that Pompa and Rufus need to try this out; Rufus seems made for this.
We finally found a place to set down on the floor where Dash and Liam goofed around with a little fence guard rail (just their size!).
It's easier to pay attention when you have something to suck on, isn't it? Yes, according to Liam. What was he watching?...
The frisbee toss! We somehow picked a spot pretty much directly in line where the owners were throwing the frisbees, so we all got a good look at those pups in action. After we sat down, about 30 other people came and sat down around us, since it was such a great view.
Liam's thinking about catching one of those frisbees himself. Maybe when you get a few more teeth, hon.