Yesterday we went to look at a house where a very large Samoyed lives. The homeowner had taken the dog with her so that we could view the house without distraction. I knew a dog lived there but I didn't say anything to Tali in case the dog wasn't home. But, she figured it out. When wandering around the house, she found the dog's food and water bowl. Once she saw them, it clicked that a dog lives here and she was on a mission. The rest of the time that we were in the home (a good 30 minutes, at least), Tali was looking for the dog.
She looked all around the first floor, saying "go see doggie" over and over again. Then she went upstairs. She looked in closets. She looked under the bed. She looked in the bathrooms. And she went into each bedroom. Each time she explored a new place, she said "go see doggie." When we went down to the basement, she didn't forget. She searched every corner of that house for the dog. If he was hiding somewhere, she was determined to find him.
In the beginning it was cute and funny. But eventually I started to feel bad for her. She really wanted to find that dog and I knew that she would never see him. We left the house without seeing the dog and, luckily, she didn't throw a tantrum about it. Maybe I'll take her to the pet store today so she can play with the animals. She enjoys them all - from the bunnies and chinchillas to the turtles and fish. I just need to block off about two hours since it's almost impossible to get her to leave that store.
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