How is it that I ended up at the dog park, with my daughter and without my dog? Anya really wanted to go and asked me to take her there. So I did. Our dog is almost sociable with other dogs, but not enough for me to watch her and Anya at the same time.
Next we headed over to the small dog side, where Anya found a Pug she liked. It was a bit shy and kind of lame-in the sense that it just sat there. Really. Right in the middle of a bunch of small yipping running dogs. Found out the new owners had the dog for almost a year and she was turning four soon. The dog had been the property of a 94 year old woman that had died! Who gets a puppy when they're 90?!?! That may explain why it was a bit docile. This is also where I was asked, "So, which dog is yours?"
I posted this photo on Facebook last week. I heard horse winnowing and looked up and Anya was posing like Black Beauty. She's pretty good at mimicking, on many fronts!
On another note...
I often wonder how Anya developed such an amazing command of the
English language so quickly and then I hear myself say things like, “If I hear
one more snot nosed remark come outta that mouth of yours…” Sounds mean, but trust
me that was a well deserved, well controlled response considering the
circumstances. Anyway, I may have something
to so with her vocabulary and choice of expressive phrases.
I'll keep ears open for more expressions, from her.
~Monica
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