Peeing in a Concrete Jungle

It is Ottenberg family vacation time and the itinerary has me quaking in my boots.  Right now, Maia and I are holed up in a hotel in Downtown Atlanta while Geoff attends a conference during the day. Yesterday, she and I went to the Children's Museum and the Georgia Aquarium and a day of fun and excitement. Phew, I am paying for it today!  

Museum's Fairytale Exhibit

Penguins!!!!

Getting away from home has been so nice, but I wish we didn't have the pups with us.  Being in the middle of a concrete jungle means that there is no place nearby to walk Pepper and Chupí.  As per our agreement, dog walking duty falls on Geoff's shoulders.  Yet, my dumb-ass decided to help out last night, and walked Chups on my own after dinner.  It was my first attempt at dog walking since I've become dependent on crutches.  And yes, Maia came with me.

The three of us set out for our adventure in a light drizzle during the early evening, but late enough that there were few others on the street.  Chupí refused to pee on fire hydrants or the side of the building, so we walked on.  Maia was in charge of the poop bags.  Little did I know, we were in a modern day adaptation of Hansel & Gretel.  As we walked, she unrolled bags to make sure we didn't get lost.  We made it to the corner of the block when I hear an, "Uh oh, Mommy." Oh those fateful words send shivers down my spine.  She ran out of her path medium.  Luckily the rain made the bags stick to the sidewalk.  In my mind's eye, I imagine I looked like that guy from "There's Something about Mary."  It took me FOR-EV-ER to balance and bend down, pick up, and roll/fold up those damn bags!

Occupy Atlanta has taken up residence in the nearest park, so there were too many barricades for me to attempt a trip to the park with the kid, dog, and crutch in the rain and dark.  So, however illegal it may be, I tempted Chupí up into a building's landscaping to do his business. Take that Big Business....