Monday, August 30, 2010
Walk at Fort Funston with the dogs when Nick was 23 days old. Nick is the hat sticking out from inside my jacket. Pregnancy somewhat interfered with dog training, as a result Polly's down command degenerated into just crouch a little command instead. We are still working on fixing that.
Notice the path behind me. In a fit of boredom during pregnancy leave, I took the dogs to the beach while 38 weeks pregnant. It was lovely, but then I had to haul myself back up that path, which was less than lovely. I have to say, the hike was much easier with Nick on the outside.
Posted by Squeak at 10:32 AM