It's like they never stop training The Kid. "Ayla down, ayla sit, ayla this way, ayla good girl, oh no ayla not in the house, ayla blah blah, blah ayla blah, blah, blah." I've just started tuning them out. Yammering aside, the good thing about all this is that there are lots more cookies going on. Suddenly, every time I sit, I'm getting a cookie too. Not that there has been a cookie shortage in my life, but The Kid requires lots of positive reinforcement tools. I just sort of started doing everything they ask her to do, and wah-lah, the cookies keep on coming.
Today's walk was at a new place called Ridge Hill. We found some nice soft sand to play in. I practiced my elegant leaping and The Kid dug a few holes and ran around like a ..... puppy. I do get it: She's cute, very cute. I have even enjoyed kissing her a bit here and there. But it will be nice when she becomes a little more distinguished, a little more dignified, a little more polite, a little more like me.
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Ok,now that's what I call a photo! That is amazing.I should try to jump and have my mom capture me looking so abstract.I love the entries Orso, they make me laugh aloud. I too am getting more cookies with our own "kid" around. Except, she is my daughter and I am trying to teach her myself, the old, wise Bergamasco way,by example.
Cheers to you buddy,
Lothario
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