Doggie Days Are Here

Man's best friend (dog) is Vivian's best friend these days. In fact, I've been referring to Viv's current toddler stage as the "doggie days."



After all, she fetches. She growls. She begs. She whines. She loves to play with a ball.




She even puts herself in a cage (like our dog Bono is crated each day while we work):




I always wanted a dog growing up but my parents didn't really want animals in our house. I'm glad that we can expose Vivian to pets, even though they drive us crazy sometimes.

Our dog Bono is a constant source of entertainment for Viv. When he barks, runs around or chases the laser light toy, she squeals in delight. She finds it hysterical.

Thank goodness that Bono is so easy-going and forgiving with Vivian; after all, she pulls on his hair, steps on his tail or disregards him altogether. He reaps the benefits though from all the food she drops for him at the dinner table. So, I'm sure he's glad to have her around.

For now, I'm rather enjoying her doggie talents. When I'm trying to fold laundry or cook, I just throw the ball and she goes to "fetch" it. Or I call her name, "Come here Vivian. Give mommy a hug." And she comes running up to me with a smile and will often kneel her head in my lap. Ahh, she's a loving pet, most of the time.

Vivian with her pal the dog:

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