Okay, so I already posted today, but after this evening adventure, I had to come back with a little bonus blog. Because I take my dogs for separate walks for the first time? Let’s just say—it was a journey. 😅

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Walk 1: Finn, My Sweet Angel Boy

I took Finn first—my calm, heat-loving, big sookie boy. We went for a 30-minute walk, and honestly, I don’t know who enjoyed it more—me or him.

He sniffed flowers. He rolled in the grass. He trotted along without a single care in the world.

No pulling. No barking. No drama.

Other dogs? He couldn’t be bothered. Finn was out here living his main character moment.

It was the kind of peaceful walk that makes you believe in gentle mornings and quiet joy.

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Walk 2: Whiskey… My Wild Child

Then… there’s Whiskey. Oh, Whiskey.

If you’ve seen Marley & Me, you know exactly what I’m dealing with.

He came out of the house ready—pulling, spinning, jumping like we were in the opening scene of an action movie. I thought, “Okay, maybe we’ll power walk it out.” And for a bit? He surprised me. He actually walked beautifully! I was like, “YES, HE’S GETTING IT!”

…until we got home.

Our next-door neighbour had their dog out.

And Whiskey LOST HIS MIND.

Like 120 pounds of pure chaos. I’m not exaggerating when I say I was clinging to the leash like it was a lifeline. My hand? Still throbbing. My dignity? Gone. 🤡

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☕ Final Thoughts from the Sidewalk:

Would I do it again?

Absolutely.

Because even when it’s chaotic, it’s ours.

Finn gave me peace. Whiskey gave me a free upper-body workout.

And together, they gave me a story worth telling.

Stay tuned for more dog drama, book recs, and Swift Tea moments.

This life is brewed strong—just how I like it. 💛