Walkies?

My dogs never go on walks.  I feel guilty about this.  So this morning Harley, Fiesta and  I went on a walk. It was a gorgeous morning and it got me wondering why we don't do this more often.
Harley was a happy, happy dog dog for about the first 30 yards.  Then the burrs struck, he started crying and holding one paw up in the middle of the road (no sidewalks in my hood) as a car approached.  Fiesta pulled out her collar and started to run towards the car, which now was thankfully stopped.  After minor surgery on Harley's paw and the man getting out of the car and bringing Fiesta back to me. we were off again. We made it around the corner, where Fiesta suddenly crouched and produced violent, explosive diarrhea.  Harley found another patch of burrs while I was attempting to clean up Fiesta's mess.  Fiesta in the spirit of things, starting limping furiously.

So we circled back to the house after making it almost a 1/2 block....