…all problems are nails. When your only word is “dog,” all things are canine.
Yes, I think it’s safe to say that her first word, at eleven months, is “dog.” Occasionally, it sounds more like “dock” or “duck” or… use your imagination, but she is loving it. Constantly.
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Well, she does have her version of cat. Or, tATT!!!! [exclaimed at high pitch and decible level].
And she did used to say “Aki”, though she sounded like an old, drunk, Jewish woman saying it.
Not mama or dada… dog! :)
I guess the dogs were the real masters of the house. Now that Linnaea’s defined them as dogs, well that makes her top of the food chain (as if she really wasn’t before)!
It’s funny how John’s high pitched squeel calling out at our cat ‘crew’ puts John in dominion over him!