It's the latter one that got Janelle today. When taking them to the van, so they could go to the vet, Janelle found that the two dogs have become quite stronger since the last time she had them on the leash. Instead of heading into the van, they took off for the sledding hill. Janelle tried tugging them into the open garage, but they instead pulled her into the metal guide-rail for the garage door, banging her elbow and breaking her glasses in the process. Currently, her right eye is reminding me of a Rocky movie (any of them, take your pick). They then ran off, and it took her twenty minutes--and a bit of cunning--to get them back.
I've been informed that I get to take them to all future vet visits. However, I don't always have the best of luck either. I haven't even been able to clip their nails lately. They have become more and more skittish about the process. The vet suggested giving them Benadryl an hour before to keep them more sedate, but I haven't had the heart to try it after the last traumatic event.
I love our dogs, but it's times like these that I feel like a terrible pet owner.