I am trying out different dog walking strategies.  This is the ‘standard professional’.  One hand with multiple dogs.

It’s not perfect.

They don’t get tangled up as much as you’d think, and they tend to go in the same direction.  It was a little awkward.

Rusty didn’t know where he was supposed to look when Sparky was taking a whiz.

When Rusty took a leak, Sparky was discreet, but he was looking.

After that, Rusty figured the party was getting weird, and he was all in.

The boys are playing grab-ass, but if it doesn’t interfere, then whatever. 

Sparky tries to be open-minded, but I know him.  He was angling in to take a dump when Mr. Helper showed up to stick his nose in. 

Guys will whiz anywhere, but feel vulnerable when taking a dump.  Add to that, Sparky and I value privacy and decorum.  Sparky was in an untenable situation.  He needed to go, but not under these conditions.

Thinking quickly, I released Sparky to do his dirty business without us.

I thought Sparky would thank me for being so considerate, but he was upset that I took the photo.  He’s afraid that Aunt Joanne will think that he poops.

We compromised.  Sparky said I can use the photo if I add the modesty splash, and I tell everyone that Rusty has a tiny head, fat paws and smells like cabbage.