The "d" word.

Mike and I had a funny experience with Amelia last night. As I was relaying the events of the day I started to tell Michael about a neighbor's dog that Amelia got to "pet." (She actually pulled on the poor old dog's fur, prompting him to get up and move away from her.) Then Mike acknowledged that he had seen this same dog himself, and thought he saw the dog on the way in. As we spoke, we noticed Amelia begin to point to the front door. She started saying, "dog" and pointing more forcefully as we continued talking.

Noticing Amelia's actions, Mike decided to take her outside (into the insanely hot weather) and look to see if the dog was still there. But alas, the dog was gone. When Mike brought Amelia back into the apartment she was whimpering and waving toward the door saying, "bye dog." It was incredibly sweet. I never considered myself to be a big dog person, but I can't wait until we're able to get a dog for Amelia. She likes them so much.

Lisa