Friday, 27 April 2012

The dog in the pushchair.

Poppy was so lovely yesterday, apart from an hour and a half sleep in the morning and a shorter sleep in the afternoon she chattered away and was very busy all day!

Gray and I took her to the pet shop to look at the animals, she was very excited. Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit. Guinea, guinea. Fish, birdie. She did not know where to go first or what to look at first! She was not so keen on the chipmunks (I think thats what they were!) one of them was jumping up and down against the glass and she backed away with a startled look on her face and would not go any nearer. She soon cheered up when she saw the fish, she was fascinated and kept pointing at the various fish in the tanks and saying fish, fish. The tarantula (ugh, shudder) became Incy wincy spider and the tortoise was a turtle, we could not see the snakes, they were hiding.

Then she saw a dog, not for sale, it was sitting in a pushchair and being pushed by an old lady! Poppy ofcourse wanted to stroke the dog, "is it okay?" I asked the lady. Yes, she is used to little babies, my granddaughter has a little girl about the same age, she loves playing with her. Poppy stroked the dog very carefully and the dog just sat in her pushchair and ignored her! Bye, said Poppy as we walked away, she had to wave to the lady, and the dog.





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