I seem to have somehow come into possession of a third dog:
Today was incredibly windy, so we’ve been stuck inside a bit too much (the stroller almost tipped when I was out this morning). There is a card table on our screened in porch that blew over and keeps getting blown against the walls. The dogs go ballistic every time and the kid starts laughing maniacally every time.
Apparently she wants her own bowl. I routinely catch her playing with Delilah’s dish during the day. This video really is proof that we are terrible parents. It’s really hard to tell the adorable giggling baby no.
And yes mom, Keith was right next to them and watching for any sign of trouble.
Sometimes she consents to act like a human. And then other times she starts petting the other kids.
Every time I give up on successfully raising a human, she starts trying to play with the electronics.