Puppy Love

Bye bye, Brobee. Stella's new obsession is dogs. Big dogs. Little dogs. Real dogs. Fake dogs. It doesn't matter. And everything is a dog. Cats are dogs. Cars are dogs. People are dogs. And she says dog with a slight southern twang, "dawwwg." So she was very excited when her Auntie Quinn gave her a dawwwg for her birthday. The only problem is that it looks very real. Almost too real. At night when you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye you jump up and cling to the chandelier thinking that either a real dog or an abnormally large rat has broken into the house. I think one day we'll have to get Stella a real dog. Is there really any other choice? Because I'm pretty sure we don't want an abnormally large rat in the house.