Some days it's really nice knowing both of the parents of our little Essie quite well. I can see the gorgeous coat and strange Elvis lip curl of her mother and the co-dependence and millions of puppy kisses from her father.
So I barely batted an eye when she picked up this latest habit.
I'd throw her toy out in the backyard.She'd run off and get it pretending she's making her way back to me. Then, at the last second, veer off.And make straight for the leaf pile:
Just for good measure she'd do it a few more times before finally letting me take the toy from her:That is 100% of her father there, who always has to take the longest route back possible to show off that he got the duck.
So I'm just gonna sit back, try to keep the leaf pile from scattering around the entire yard, snap some pictures and laugh at her.