Well, Dootdoo went home. You'd think we'd drowned Ginger's pet kitten.

Let me back up a little. Ginger decided that Dootdoo was her own puppy. We went for a walk to the park together and she freaked out anytime she couldn't see him or stay near enough to protect him -- she whined and cried as though it was a life and death issue (I guess it must have been to her). When the family left for a few hours on Saturday, Ginger cried and moped and vibrated (yes, vibrated) for a good ten minutes. She guarded the door to his room, she gently dropped toys that she was playing with when he reached for them, she watched everything he did and gave him gentle little kisses whenever she could (as opposed to the huge incessant face licks she tries to give everyone else). When we babysat on Saturday night, she growled menacingly and could hardly keep her barks quiet enough to not wake him when Fireboy and Preagers got back from Preagers' class reunion.

So needless to say, Ginger got attached. We kept her on the bed in our room when they left since saying goodbye is not her strong suit (very stressful... as you might have guessed from the vibrating). Although it helped, she has moped around ALL DAY until we put her in her crate for a while to go out to a movie. Now that we're home again she seems to be doing better, but I think someone needs a really good trip to the p.a.r.k.

Okay, Fuego and I got attached too -- yay Dootdoo! (Can't wait to have one of our own... Ginger's going to be the best big sister ever.)

More later, we finally don't have a 17 month old in the house so I think maybe I'll go NOT watch The Wiggles "Big Red Car"!