A brief story, one that could have been a Tweet, that sums up what owning three dogs is like.
I am walking down the street, three dogs on three different leashes in hand. They run around me, from tree to tree, grass patch to grass patch. I juggle between them, passing leashes as if multiple jump ropes.
An older woman crosses the street to where I am, hurrying to get somewhere. “Are you a dog walker?” she asks while walking backwards, facing me.
I look up from managing the three. “Nope,” I reply.
“Wow,” she says.
“Yep,” I say and continue walking before scooping up three successive bowel movements with one bag.
She turns around and calls out behind her, “That’s a lot of dogs!”