Dear Laney,
Your new favorite thing to do is sit by the back door and stare at Gus while he stands on the other side of the door, staring back. You both spend a lot of time wishing you could get together and drool on something. Yesterday, he tried to lick you, and you grabbed his lip and held on until I pried your fingers off. It's probably a good thing we got Gus at a chihuahua rescue, and he thinks you're bigger than he is.
Anyway, you like to keep track of what the dogs are doing at all times - you're like Dian Fossey and the mountain gorillas.
Precious.
Love,
Mom
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