dancing with the dogs

I don't dance with the stars - I dance with the dogs. Big difference. My latest dance was the other day when I decided to take all three doxies for a walk. Now taking three dogs for a walk at the same time is something that should be attempted only by a professional, but I figured, what the heck. For the first 10 feet or so all was well, and then they started running. And dancing. I tried to keep up, really I did. I untwisted the leashes a hundred times, I twirled to get the leash on the right side of me, I hopped over the leashes, I did everything but a flying splits. It didn't matter. Three dogs versus one person was an unfair fight to begin with. I lost. The dogs won. I stopped trying to keep the leashes straight, I stopped leaping, my shoulders sagged with humiliation and defeat. The only upside to this competition is the dogs don't know they won. I gave them a treat for winning but they thought it was because they are so cute. I won't be dancing with the dogs again anytime soon. My ego just can't take it.