The G-Dog Meets A Real Dog

I sometimes call G the G-Dog. Partly this is because it seems reasonable to have a selection of short nicknames for her, so I don't have to use her much fancier, proper name all the time. And partly because she's obviously cool enough to have a hip-hop name. I'm tempted to take things further and start putting her in big shades and a medallion, although I think other parents might do more than just look at me sideways if I started turning up to baby groups with G in full Flavor Flav attire.

Anyway, a couple of friends came to stay this weekend and brought their Border Terrier. As the photo shows, this meant the G-Dog got to hang out with a real dog. Both of them seemed to enjoy it, and G spent a lot of time closely watching what her new friend was doing. Mrs J thinks this means we should get a dog, although I'm inclined to wait until G is a few years older, so it can be her pet as well. If I'm feeling generous I might even let G choose the name. At least, unlike me, she probably wouldn't think it'd be amusing to call it Snoop Dogg.