Allyson loves (this cannot be overstated) dogs. Anytime she sees one, from a poodle to a Rottweiler, she wants to pet it.
But she has taken it to a whole new level. The death of our dog, Marrie (who had lived with my parents since before she was born) 
and my mothers gift of a Lady and the Tramp DVD has been much of the reason.
Allyson pretends to be a dog. A lot. She is often on all fours, barking, howling and bringing us a ball in her mouth. (Yes. We throw it for her.)
Today she made herself a giant dog bed in the living room and asked for a doggie snack.
Here she is eating popcorn out of a bowl... Like a dog.
When daddy left for works she whined at the window.
She plays dog at school and church and recruits friends to be other dogs or caretakers.
I know what you're thinking. We should get a dog. And we probably will. But we have a guinea pig and a baby. So we will wait a little longer. But it is inevitable, I'm sure.
Until then, this is one cute pooch.
