Every day off I get I try to go hiking. Helps me stay fit, exercises the dogs, etc.
I usually take my 3 kids and usually a couple of their friends. Its no marathon and I don't need a pat on the back. Its fun & I enjoy it.
Every time we go, we ask hubby to go. Never happens. Today he decided he wanted to go. We don't have any kids this weekend. They're all at sleepovers. So he gets it easy. We take the 3 big dogs.
Thats where shit goes wrong. The dogs do what they have NEVER done before. The minute we hit the trailhead, all 3 take off. He's busy so I go jogging after the puppy who thinks this is great fun. He knows where to go and he's gonna show mama he can get there first. I finally manage to grab him and wrestle a harness on him. The other two have shown up. No leashes. Geezus. I start leading the puppy back because hubby has never been here and we're off the trail. I call the big dogs, they always fall in line and we're headed back to the truck.
I get 2/3 of the way back. No adult dogs. WTF? Oh well, they know where we go. We'll catch up to them.
I meet hubby and we turn back. Hit the river and hike about a half a mile, calling the dogs the whole time. NOTHING. This NEVER happens. They never leave my side. Especially MY dog. After a half mile hike upstream we turn back - this is harder than it sounds because there is no trail, we're in the creek (they call it a river here) slogging through mud.
I tell hubby to continue on in the river and I'll head back to the truck to see they went back.
So now I've hiked back to the truck three times right? UGH. I find them and head back to the river. Hubby is nearly to the truck. I convince him this can still be a nice trip, lets go again.
So for the third time we're headed to the river. Well for me. We have a great time slogging around with the dogs. We catch scads of crawfish for the mudturtle at home. Then we hike back to the truck.
Load the dogs, unload the packs, grab cold drinks and he says "where are the leashes?" Oh what the fraggin frack frackity frack? Great. he'll go back to the river, he took them off, he'll remember where he left them.
I manage to read 3 or 4 chapters in my book and I start to worry that maybe he broke a leg. So I leave the truck running, grab my extra set of keys, leave the three snoring dogs in it (AC is on) lock up and head out. He can't find the leashes. I give him some pointers and he finds them. Great I'm headed back.
I get back to the truck, hubby is no where in sight. Great googly mooglies. Oh well, I'm just sitting down and waiting for him. he shows up. He's talking about mowing the lawn, doing this, doing that, blah blah blah.
guess who is sacked out on the couch right now? ::: sigh :::