Last night he walked the dogs all by himself for the first time. I weeded in the yard while he went up the culdesac and down.
At first, Dashie got away and ran into the neighbor's yard. Then Hairy slipped out of her harness. We laughed so hard at the rough start to the walk! I helped him corral and secure the puppies.
The rest of the walk was great! He gave me a professional report: he gave them a drink of water; he saw lots of bees; a squirrel ran across the road; Hairy tried to lay in the grass but he wouldn't let her; they are tired now; he is a little tired now.
I was so proud of him! This walk was all his idea!
Later he said, "mom, you know that feeling when you are impressed?"
"Do you mean when you are proud of yourself?"
"Yes! When you're proud of yourself! Well I am proud of myself for walking the dogs all by myself."
I am proud, too! He was very mature about the whole thing.