After putting away some laundry, I came back into the living room. Anya had her coat sort of on, one arm in a sleeve and her head in the other armhole yelling "shoes! pawk! pawk!" It took me a minute to figure out that "pawk" was actually "park" (she doesn't pronounce her r's very well yet) and she was ready to go. It was quite adorable and I wish I had thought to get the camera. Unfortunately I wasn't planning on taking her, since it's freezing outside and I had some errands to run. Sorry kiddo.
Our dog is park-obsessed and is always ready to go. We can't say the word around her (or anything that rhymes or remotely resembles the word) or she gets overly excited and keeps bugging us until we either relent or tell her to go lay down. I suppose it's fortunate that Anya can't say her r's yet, otherwise we'd have two excited beings in the house begging us to go all the time. But I suppose that's something coming down the pipeline. Great.
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