We took a walk along the break wall tonight. We debated about putting her in the stroller, or just letting her walk with us. Marc won and we put her in the stroller, but then towards the end of the pier we let her out to walk for a bit. Once she was out of that stroller, she did not want anything to do with holding our hands and she just kept trying to make a run for it. With the Niagara River on one side of the break wall, I think I aged about 20 years tonight. Talk about stressful! Not to mention, Lola did take a little dip into the river to chase after the geese. Those 2 together equal trouble.