More Bridget-isms and Why I Love Our Dog

I forgot to include this on the last post about Bridget.

Today we were all playing in the living room. I love how our “formal” living room has become a play room. Oh well, I’m just glad we have a whole room to use as a toy repository. Not like we would ever have used a formal living room. Anyhoooooo…. playing in the formal living room, and Bridget, in a fit of toddler rage, threw a toy and it hit Robbie right on the snout.

Now, the reason I love my dog is that he did absolutely nothing, other than stand up and look at me like “What the hell did I do?” Bridget got separated from the playing for a few minutes while we petted Robbie and told him what a good boy he is.

When Bridget came back in, she wanted to pet Robbie, and, good boy that he is, he rolled over on his back. And then Bridget pointed at his boy bits and said, “Robbie junk.”  I know I mentioned it before that she noticed Jake’s stuff and called it his junk. I guess I should explain how that came about. We often bring Bridget to bed with us on weekend mornings after she’s been changed, just to hang out and play. And in the course of the playing, she often crawls all over Jake, and he has said a few times “oh, watch out for my junk!” but the said “junk” is always covered by sheets. So it was curious how when she saw him get out of the shower, she knew that was the junk she should be watching out for. Anway, if you are male and you come to our house, watch out because Bridget might just point out your junk.

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