A Puppy Tale

My daughter loves my mother-in-law's dog. She's a little white fluffy dog. Well, she was fluffy.  Now she is bald since she just had her hair clipped for the summer.

Emmy loves to take her for a walk, play tug-of-war, and pet her.


She even has mastered taking Maggie out to go potty.

Sometimes the lines between human and dog get blurred though.

The other day my daughter told my mother-in-law she was going to take Maggie to the potty.  She proceeded to attach Maggie's leash and walk her into the bathroom.  She put her little potty seat on the toilet and tried to lift Maggie onto the toilet.  She struggled with lifting the dog and grunting, told my mother-in-law that Maggie was heavy.  My mother-in-law had to explain to her that Maggie goes potty outside. 

She also loves to pretend to be a dog. 

Remember the pic of my daughter's puppy dog hat that she insisted on wearing to the park?

 
Playing doggy provides endless amusement to my daughter.  Give her a command and she will obey.  Sit, touch your head, turn around.  She even tries to attach the leash so she can go for a walk.  This provides many laughs and giggles.  She even told my mother-in-law that she wanted to take a nap-in Maggie's dog cage.  To her disappointment, her nap was not in the cage. 

At the moment we only have a cat and fish for pets.  Does this mean we are getting a dog?

No, no, and no.  Really.  I said no. 

Okay.  Maybe.  One day.  But not soon.

Don't look at me like that.

Puppy dog faces will NOT work on me.