So usually on Mondays I walk with B and Baby E (BTW, B--at what point should I just say E? 'Cause I'm thinking he may develop a complex in his teens if he's still Baby E...). This summer we've been joined by the Superkid, too. This Monday, Baby E had his first(!) gymnastics class, so B asked if I'd hang with Superkid. Not one to miss my walk entirely (or, quite frankly, one to know what to do with a six-year-old for an hour), I suggested we take Zep for a walk. We had a great time (well, I did...I hope he did, too!) wandering around the walking trail in the park. About a mile in, Superkid asked if he could hold Zep's leash. I've seen him walk his own family dog before, and Zep was pretty tired at that point, so I figured it would be okay. As he started to jog ahead, Zep trotted along, then suddenly glanced back. I waved, they ran on, Zep turned around again. I laughed, grabbed my camera and caught this picture on the fourth glance back.
It's as if he was completely sure about what was going on and why I was clearly allowing some small human take him away! Luckily, they stopped just after this and let me catch up. I took the leash back for a while, and the next time I handed it over, Zep seemed much more comfortable trotting along with his new friend!