Our family wants a dog pretty bad, this is no secret and we routinely debate the type of dog we shall get when we buy our home. Ajax and I are on board with a standard poodle, while Dave is holding strong to the German Shepard. I love GSDs, but I do not love the hair. So we will have to see, heck we may end up with a mutt, we really don’t care.
Today we had family over for a BBQ, which involved swimming, cooking out, and awesome food. It also involved the neighbor’s little dog who spent a good part of the day with us on our back porch. The kids loved it and chased him all around the deck trying to pet him. The dog primarily wanted the steak we were cooking, but we can’t blame him for that.
Noomi also has a stuffed Snoopy doll, which Ajax got her last year. He’s a mighty good big brother. She’s been carrying it all around the house and insisted on sleeping with it tonight. She does not call it Snoopy, she calls it – My woof. Actually it’s quite common for her to refer to things by the sound they make – woof (dog), neigh (horse), and roar (bear). She’s been walking around saying – my woof, my woof. I have not corrected it much, because it’s so darn cute.
