Dog

Its safe to say Abby's first word was dog.  Not mama, or dada.  The only person she knows in the house is the dog.

Over the Thanksgiving holiday, we got to meet my brother's new puppy.  At first, Abby was scared of the dog. She jumped back and clung to me as she whimpered.  But slowly she warmed up to her and that was all it took.  The rest of the weekend... "Dog"  "Dog".  She would see it and then point toward it.  "Dog"

She would squat down next to her and pat her.  Then she would try to lay on her and hug her. 

The poor pup was probably ready to go home away from the arms of a toddler.

Abby has also taken to her own dog.  Although the dog hasn't taken to her.  She sees him sitting somewhere and she toddles toward him.  Only for him to jump up and go somewhere else.  Which makes her change direction and follow him.  She loves to pat him and hug him.  She tries to climb on him, but not ride him.

Its fun to watch her be independent and try new things.  We try to let the relationship between the two work itself out.  Woody occasionally growls at her, but he's never once snapped.  He has knocked her down a time or two, but they are learning to share and share their living space.  That will just take time.