What's easy for him, is harder for me

My cousin just had to give away her dog because the place that she is moving into does not accept them. She's pregnant, and upset. (about the dog) My BD, nonchalantly reading my email over my shoulder, asks what was going on with her. So I explain the situation to him and he goes 'it would be really easy to have Jackson (our dog whom we gave to his mom pending our second child. It just wasn't fair to him) here, you could just take him on the walks with you' (since I take the kids outside twice a day).
umm, yeeeeeeeeeeeeah, it would be really easy. FOR HIM. notice the key words "you could take him". Yeah, me and the two crazy children, in the hot sun, walking a mile, with an ADD dog who likes to stop (literally) every five minutes to poop (as if I don't already clean up enough poop on a daily basis), and likes to pull me (and in this case the stroller) down the sidewalk (likely into a ditch). He also likes to pee a lot. Like on the sidewalk, on your toes, I'm sure the stroller....
While we are on the subject, it'd be really EASY for me to just vacuum up after his dog's gynormous fur balls every day, b/c really, I just have too much time on my hands. And I really miss living in FleaLand.
Yeah, BD, sounds like a lot of fun. (I can't even write this without shaking my head every two seconds)

Things that I am grateful for today: our son sleeping his bed the whooooooole night, finally having both children sleeping, the beatiful weather, squash fries