(Editor's Note: Here's a humorous posting from guest blogger David McIntyre. Enjoy!)
Here's Zoe at seven months.
She's a sweetheart, a force, a profound joy.
Zoe's seen here with one of her favorite toys, a little cloth moose facsimile known to Zoe as 'The Ungulate', a name Monica and I gave the toy to be sure it wasn't confused with real moose, animals Zoe sees on a regular basis.
We ask Zoe, "Where's The Ungulate?" She responds by searching the house and attacking the treasured toy. It, unlike moose, squeaks when bitten.
What we'd never ask Zoe is this: "Where are the moose?"
Two yearling moose and a cow moose with a newborn calf are on our virtual doorstep as I write.
Zoe is acutely aware of diagnostic and defining differences between The Ungulate, and the moose she sees on a regular basis.
The Ungulate, seen upside down in the attached image, is never a winner in its encounters with Zoe. Moose, on the other hand, always walk uncontested, although sometimes, in the heady heat of excitement, they are barked at. Monica and I speak out against this behavior. Zoe hears us and, increasingly, she responds.
Little by little, we're gaining control, or so we report to our critics.
The best to you,
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