We don't have a dog. But we do have a Lauren. She's 2 years old and LOVES puppies and dogs. "Wren" spends much of her life crawling around on the floor, panting and barking (something I usually discourage at the grocery store, but have gotten used to in the house). Her sisters have taken full advantage of this, and they've taught her to sit, shake and fetch. We don't have a cat either, but I think she's already onto them (at least she has made her opinion of them rather clear). She likes them, but they rate FAR below dogs on the coolness meter. Her dog-loving heart was revealed afresh today when she brought me a bean-bag toy kitten laying on it's back in her arms, and we had the following conversation:
Wren: "Mommy, da kitty is SICK!"
Me: "Oh NO! What is wrong with her?!?!?"
Wren: "She sick and keepth thayin' MEOW MEOW!"
Me: "Oh! Is that a problem?"
Wren: "YEAH!" (bangs on kitty's tummy a few times and listens for breathing - I swear that's not how I treat ailments in this house)
Wren: "WOOF WOOF! Dare, LOOK, she's all better now! WOOF WOOF!" (turns kitty right-side-up and saunters off )
So there you have it folks. Kitties are just sickly dog-wanna-be-s hoping for a miraculous cure.
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