Hot Soccer Moms vs. The World

The Woodlands Waterway is for 2 things:

1. Strolling couples (who have just started dating or who are going on their 52nd year of marriage.

2. Hot jogging soccer moms (pets optional).

During my stint as an unemployed college graduate, I made an effort to be like these women (more so the 'hot' than the 'soccer').
I'd put on my little built-in-bra tank top and some make up, then fire up the purple iPod and begin my transformation into a Megan Fox look alike.

One week Tim & I were asked to dog-sit, by his mom, for 2 super cute weenie dogs.

Meet Abigail.

 

Meet Joshua.

For me this meant jogging the Waterway with two cute weenie dogs in tow! Yay! I'd always wanted to do this, women are always out running with their cute lil' perfectly groomed/mannered pets along the Waterway and it just looks... nice.

So the three of us are a joggin' and eveything seems fine. They're both running alongside me... I get looks that say things like, "aww she looks sweet and like she has her life together"... and one dog might stop to sniff a bit but all in all I'm thinking I've got things under control.

Every once in awhile when one dog started to kind of lag behind, I'd give a light tug and they'd soon be back in front of me. Well, somewhere between Rihanna's SNM and Miranda Lambert's Baggage Claim, Joshua had started furiously darting wildly around to the end of his leash chasing after a leaf or something - Abigail's somewhere behind me refusing to move forward and all the sudden I'm that space people talk about that's always between a rock and a hard place.     

Now I feel people staring at me.
I'm attempting to control Joshua with a combination of harsh demands and leash pulling, all the while very confused as to why Abigail just won't keep up with us like she had been doing the whole time.

Frazzled beyond belief, I finally jerked my head behind me to see what Abby's dang deal was. It was then that I realized people weren't gawking at the scene me and Joshua were making - they were staring behind me. At Abigail.

... who was just about done taking her morning poo right in the center of the very crowded jogging trail.