Now that I'm a dog mom, I wake up earlier, take strolls around the neighborhood and get some fresh air before a day at the office. Morning walks have proven to be just as fulfilling for me as they are for him, but luckily it's early enough that most of the neighbors are still sleeping and don't notice what a train wreck I am in the mornings. Yesterday, we shuffled down 4 blocks before I realized my sweatpants were on backwards and my shoes were on the wrong feet. I'm probably mistaken for the neighborhood crack-head making her way home from last night's shenanigans.
On our walks, I try to go down different streets and find new paths to keep our morning interesting and to see new things. I always find cute houses I've never seen, inspiration in pretty gardens, weird lawn accessories I don't understand and occasionally I'll run into something that truly is the unexpected. Something that makes me question what I'm seeing- If I'm really awake, or If maybe I am that neighborhood crack-head making her way home...
Behold, the life-sized rocking horse, saddle and all.
Tell me this is not real.