This morning as I was getting ready to go to the gym, Samantha followed me outside. She looked around and said, “Where’s Rusty?”
“Under the car,” I answered.
She squatted down, and looked under the car. Pointing, she said, “Where’s Rusty?”
Rusty trotted over and proceeded to whack Samantha in the face with his tail, as he vied my affections, willing me to ignore the ever present Samantha.
She giggled. She loves Rusty.
Until now, Samantha has only ever barked, “arf arf”, as a signal that she wants to be near Rusty or that’s she’s seen a dog. I actually think she thinks that’s what they are called. She started barking at dogs when she was 4 months old, in response to the streets dogs barking at us on our morning walk.
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