Leave it to Ellie, never to dwell on the negative, and never allowing me to either.
This week, she was in "doggy" mode, pretending much of one morning to be a puppy. She climbed in my lap and began sniffing. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. She sniffed around my neck and face.
Then she said, ummmm barked, "Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff?" Amazingly, I heard to tone of a question if her bark, so I replifed, "Ruff, ruff."
Then, Ellie said, "NO. I asked, 'What's that smell?'"
I lost it.......