"Daw"

For some reason you love dogs . . . until they come by you. Today, like many other days in your wee baby life, a dog was across the street. You were shouting "daw, daw, daw" and squealing with delight. The woman walking the dog thought you were so precious so she brought the dog over for you to pet. He was a big, black dog with gray on his face. The woman said he is very old and very gentle. He didn't bark or try to lick you. Just stood really nice. I petted the nice doggy to show you not to be afriad. You on the other hand started running down the sidewalk to get away.

The dog went across the street to do some business. You kept following them from our side of the street so she brought Shadow back over. I held you for awhile while we watching him eat the high weedy grass along our stairs. I put you down by him and you watched and watched until he slowly turned to look at you. Then you started crying. So the dog and the lady left with a smile and a wave. Not even a minute later you went searching for that dog again, but he was gone.