Dog?

The other day Owen woke up from his nap asking for his dog.  We have this small plastic dog, with a broken tail no less, that they boys "borrowed" from my office that they, and especially Owen, are obsessed with.  This particular day Scott and Brian had gone to the pool so Owen probably wanted some unlimited access to the dog.  He looked at me and said "Dog?" over and over, looking so forlorn.

We proceeded to look for the dog for about half an hour.  About 10 minutes in I realized that it was in my car (the one the boys took to the pool) and we weren't going to find it until they returned.  This cannot be explained to a 17 month old.  So we continued to look.

He dragged me all over the house.  We looked under the couch (a common hiding place for toys).

In the bath tub toys.

In Scott's bed

Between the couch cushions

"Where dog?"

I have made the mistake of letting Owen bring the dog with us places.  Once or twice its been forgotten, thankfully we haven't been on the road yet by the time I (he) realizes he doesn't have it so we've been able to go retrieve it quickly.  Oh the things they fixate on?!?!!

**It should probably be noted that Owen is wearing chonies over his diaper.  Along with sitting on the potty after Scott uses it, Owen is also really into wearing chonies just like big brother.  We are not potty training yet.