We were looking at Lola the other day and it occurred to us that she was losing her puppy face. You know, that cute little fuzzy face with the eyes that didn't quite focus just so. She's losing that face. She has a big-dog face now. Not quite a "I've been around the block a few times" face, but definitely not a pup any more.
It's funny, but we couldn't wait for her to grow up. To stop pooping in the house. To learn her place and where she sits in the pack. To understand commands. To be a dog. Now here we are, lamenting the loss of her "puppy-ness". Weird. She was a cute little thing. She's still cute, but in a different way. I'm glad we took pictures.
Speaking of which, we'll eventually have to figure out how to post a few of the better ones. Maybe a chronological group of head shots. Definitely a few of her and Cocoa. The first one will have to be "baby in a basket". Hard to believe that was only in November...
Oh...she might have proven the theory of learning by osmosis. She never saw Cocoa "hunkering", but it seems Lola will be our second to exhibit this most peculiar trait. She hasn't flung herself at the ground yet, but she gets that little butt down to the ground and off she goes in crazy circles.
Rylee would have stared in amazement. Mags would have walked away in a huff, thinking "waisted motion if you aren't chasing a cat". Cocoa, I'm sure, would have been proud.
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