Momma was quite reluctant to begin our perambulations this morning.
But, you know, sometimes it just takes a small change to make things seem brighter. I advised her to turn left at the intersection one half mile from our estate and go on the Old Worcester Rd. loop.
We don't take that route often because Old Worcester Rd., while it sounds quaint and cozy, is actually a very busy highway with lots of cars doing huge zoomies.
|Don't worry, momma, we'll be safe on the sidewalk.|
But it's good practice for being calm and collected even with a lot going on and Saturday morning traffic isn't too bad.
There are so many snackie spots along the way. All of them, sadly, off limits to yours truly.
Momma would like you to believe she NEVER dines at this place, but that is not quite true. She calls it her "coma food" because eating it makes her torpid and mentally sluggish (not states of being I like to encourage).
Not much of note until momma suggested we go explore the building adjacent to the car wash.
Curious as always, I gamely went inside to discover what I thought was some new fangled agility course.
|Is this an A-frame? Cool!|
I was just about to thank momma for surprising me with some impromptu agility when I noticed the signage.
DOG WASH? NOOOOOOO!
Because if there is anything that I abhor, it is bath time. The other day there was some sort of traffic jam at daycare pickup time and I had to wait for momma in the grooming parlor! It was horrific. I think I peed a little. I'm not proud to say that, but I think a lot of you know what I'm talking about.
Which is all to say, it was time to beat a hasty, yet dignified, retreat from that torture chamber before momma got any ideas.
|We have to leave! NOW!|
Although, it might have been nice to grab a sample from the vending machine on the way out...