Rosemary definitely has a ‘lovely’ – and it is a dog. Now most people who know me, know how I feel about dogs. In the cat person/dog person/both person world, I am most definitely a cat person. I have met very few dogs on this earth that I think of fondly. In fact, I can think of only two off the top of my head, and both are older dogs who frankly, act like cats – no barking, no drooling, no jumping, let-themselves-out-the-door type of dogs. Plus, I am actually allergic to dogs (for those of you who think this is just an attitude issue). Rosemary’s attachment to her stuffed dog definitely comes as a surprise. I don’t remember Atticus having a lovely this early on. It was not until around 18 months – 2 years when he attached himself to a stuffed sheep named Ludwig (the sheep’s original name was Lampchop, but that just seemed wrong in so many ways).
Rosemary loves loves loves her dog – she carries it around, says ‘dog’ all the time, and as I type is trying to get me to kiss the dog. I can see my future: me in a small shack outside the house my husband, son and daughter share with their large, numerous dogs.