Fisher Price Pull Along Puppy

Annabelle got a Fisher Price Pull Along Puppy for Christmas 2007 from her Uncle Ken, Aunt Katie, and Cousins Carter, Charlie and James. I think Charlie is actually the one who picked the toy out for Annabelle though, per Aunt Katie. I actually had put the toy aside with good intentions of pulling it out later because she had gotten so many toys for Christmas, and I had plans to rotate the toys.

Of course, the rotating never happened, and the Fisher Price Pull Along Puppy sat placed away in the dresser in our office ever since Christmas.

Until...Annabelle spotted him on Sunday. She started to bark in her own version of barking to let me know that she had spotted the toy dog, and that she wanted to play with him. Why on earth she had not spotted him sooner, I do not know. The toy was really in plain view all along.

So, I pulled him down and left him in the box. Daddy opened the box for her later after asking me why I gave her a toy still in the box. I don't know. Maybe because I was too lazy at the time to actually go through the 30 minute process of removing the toy dog from the box. Or, maybe because I thought I could pass this toy off on someone else for their child's 1st birthday later on. That's awful, I know. But, since I had forgotten to pull it out earlier, and it is a 12 month+ toy, I thought it was probably a little too young for her now.

Well, I was apparently wrong! She loves that puppy dog! Probably much more than she would have if I had opened it back at Christmas. She pulled it around on its leash all night. And, she just grinned from ear to ear.

I asked her what her puppy dog's name was. She didn't skip a beat, and she said, "Nonnie." Hubby said, "Yes, Nonnie has dogs." I told hubby that I had just asked Annabelle the puppy dog's name and that was why she responded with "Nonnie." We both just laughed. Of course, Nonnie, if you are reading this, I think she really named her dog "Nonnie" as a term of endearment! I am writing this post on Tuesday (after the Sunday this happened), and when I ask her the puppy dog's name, she still says, "Nonnie."

The sweetest part of all was when Annabelle and I were taking hubby to the Marta station so he could leave from Marta to catch his flight to Minneapolis. As we were coercing Annabelle out the door, she decided that she didn't want to leave "Nonnie" behind. Of course, we tried to persuade her otherwise. Hubby told Annabelle that the puppy dog needed to take a nap. So, that cute little stinker girl of mine ran back over to her puppy dog, after she had left him, and she laid him down on his side so that his head was resting on the floor. Is that not sweet? Of course, little does she know that puppy dogs don't sleep on their sides!

I love these sweet moments, and I am glad that hubby is the one who noticed it to point it out to me. He turned to me as I was walking out the door and said, "Mom, look."