“Here, puppy, come on!”, my daughter called for her stuffed animal. When the immobile toy didn’t follow as intended, she swooped over to pick it up. Then, nuzzled its white cotton fur against her cheek lovingly.
“Puppy needs food”, she declared.
“What kind of food does it want?”, I asked.
“Puppy food!”, she replied. Of course. So I looked around to see if there was anything available to feed her stuffed animal, settling on pretending to pour some beans from a decorative jar. But an animal can’t live on food alone, even one that’s not real, thus it needed water, as well.
When her puppy was fully nourished, we headed out to pick the boys up from the bus stop. She carried her cozy friend along the way way, first jammed in her pocket, then setting it on the ground to feel the grass on its feet. Because puppies, they want the semblance of freedom. Abby even took it for an assisted walk, before she was afraid it would get too cold.
“Puppy needs gloves, too”, she stated, looking at the mittens already on her hands.
“Your puppy has fur. That keeps it warm”, I informed, an explanation that seemed to satisfy her enough. Though she held it tight next to her, against her heavy winter coat, as an extra layer of protection. Then she praised, “He’s a good puppy”.
She was really cute with her puppy.
So cute that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her puppy is really a lamb.