This dog is so flexible and child friendly. I watch them pick her up, move her from place to place, touch her body all over, tickle her, pet her, shove toys in her face, yell ‘NO’ when she’s doing something she shouldn’t, put a microphone in her face, kiss her, hug her, put her in the cage, pull her out of the cage, move her bed around, put toys on her head…and the dog rolls with it all.
My last dog, Lucy, that was old by the time we had children, was not good at all with anyone, much less children. The memories the children have of her are positive, but they could interact with her very little. Matisse, however, is another thing altogether. From what we’re hoping, the breed and temperament of this particular dog will be a good fit for the children as they grow. And a good fit for my daughter, who loves that she has a pet she can interact with—that actually likes interacting with her.
We’re not even two weeks into dog ownership but so far, so good. Now if I could just get the dog to use the bathroom outside 100% of the time…
The Big Boy Update: My son loves the gambling gifts we got him. He was using the card shuffler Nana got us a while back and his father was teaching him how to play blackjack. They were using the pretend casino chips we got my son. In the car this morning he said to me, “about Las Vegas, is it a tourist place?” I told him it definitely was, it was one of the biggest I knew.” My son replied, “Like Haiti?”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Tonight after bath and drying my daughter’s hair she suddenly said, “shh! I’m trying to hear something.” She moved very slowly in the direction of the bathroom while I stayed perfectly still until she triumphantly said, “there it is! I smell Jello.”
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