So in a moment of feeling jiggly, I gathered Boy and Dog up for a jaunt around the neighborhood. I figured that should be good for 3 or 4 pounds of post-stuffing/mashed potatoes/gravy mixed with apple pie in one bowl water weight.
When we got to the top of the driveway, I realized Dog still had his Invisible Fence collar around his neck. Thanks to the advent of around the waist leashes (no more choosing if I should carry my phone or my wine!) I quickly snapped it off and crossed the Invisible Line. I was holding the fabric part of the leash but the metal part, the vital part that delivers a Stage 5 mad shock, was touching the metal handle of the stroller.
Flashback to some high school science class when we learned that metal was a pretty fabulous conductor. The jolt that kicked my elbow was more intense than contractions.
But the worse part was when my husband yelled up the driveway (between shrieks of laughter) "That will teach you to leave the yard!"