Zach misses Lily

When Lily stayed with us last weekend, Zachary discovered the joy that is known as "fetch" in the dog world.

Lily is so ball crazy, that if she can find a tennis ball anywhere within a 20 block radius, she will bring it to you and repeatedly drop it at your feet, impatiently encouraging you to throw it so that she can scramble after it and bring it right back to your feet. Well, combine this behavior with a one year old who tries to throw any and every ball he can get his hands on (and sometimes other things that he gets his hands on as well), and you have a match made in heaven.

Lily doesn't care that the ball doesn't go much further than 8 inches (unless it gets a good roll...then it might go 18 inches!), and she doesn't even care if it sometimes goes BEHIND him or even in his lap. She'll pick it up and return it to him, waiting anxiously for his next throw. And, bless his heart, Zach doesn't care about the slimy ball.

However, now that Lily has gone back home, Zach still wants to play fetch with Gus and/or Sid. But they don't get it. Neither one will bring the ball back...unless Sid brings it back just so she can chew on it in front of you--taunting you. They're kind of snobby about throws, too...unless it goes at least three feet, they don't think it's worth the effort. And really, unless it's a big, half-deflated soccer ball, they're just simply not that interested.

But that sweet boy of mine just keeps trying. And hoping. You've got to love the innocence of babies.

When can Lily come visit again?