A Dog's Best Friend

"Puppy? Puppy? Puppy?" It was all we heard from Macy for the first fifteen minutes at Kristin and Darrell's Saturday night. Their miniature schnauzer (I had to look up the spelling for that one), Emmitt, kept Macy ocupied for the next two and a half hours. And I dare say Macy held Emmitt's attention just as well. Each had to know where the other was at all times. If Macy had a toy... Emmitt wanted it. If Emmitt had a toy... Macy wanted it. They took turns chasing each other, jumping on each other, and stealing toys. Interestingly, puppy toys and baby toys are really not that different - Fisher Price would be wise to open up their marketing to pet owners as well. Emmitt was the hands down winner of the jumping, stealing and chasing... but Macy didn't mind. Her constant squeals and giggles of delight gave her away.

At one point all four adults were sitting at the table talking and we heard Macy giggling around the corner. She was laughing hysterically for such a long time that we finally got up to see what was going on. Macy was flat on her back with Emmit hovering over her licking her face and nipping at her pantlegs. Sheer joy for this one-year-old.

She woke up this morning saying, "puppy? puppy?"