So despite the pooping and all, I can forgive and enjoy Franny for this: the relationship that she and Lila have. Lila is so utterly fascinated by Franny's existence that, mid-tantrum, she'll freeze and stare at Franny just getting up and walking across the room to lie down in a different spot. And Franny, though uninterested at first, now happily wags her nub and noses Lila lovingly, licking her cheeks as she squeakily laughs. My commands of "don't lick the baby's face" go unheeded.
A few weeks ago the four of us were enjoying a Sunday afternoon on the front porch and, through a series of shots that Kelsey snapped with my phone, I realized just how in sync Lila and our eldest really are:
Notice how they're looking at all the same things? There you have it- the awesome kid is also a genius. I mean, she has an attention span identical to a four year old Australian shepherd, and they're like the third smartest dog there is. It's science.
So Franny may have lost favor with Lila's mom, but I still love her. I emailed her previous owner/trainer over the weekend to find out if she responded to any commands that we have yet to try out, and I found out that Franny a) recognized her diabetic owner's low blood glucose and would paw her on the foot to tell her to get sugar, and b) used to wear a backpack which she would fetch upon hearing "get your clothes." Hilarious. Now it's almost time to fashion a saddle so Lila can ride her Aussie steed around the yard and make all the other kids jealous. Yee haw.