Oh, he's going to be a smart one, isn't he. Gracie Ruth was a back talker. I'd scold her and she'd sass right back with a woof-woof complete with an attitude nose in the air. She even went so far as to one time walk away from me swishing her bum and tossing her head back and forth, stopped, looked back at me over her shoulder and woofed a 'Whatever' at me. Of course her eyes nearly popped out of her head
when I snatched her up and growled at her.
Can you imagine what he might have been thinking since it took him so many tries to get you to understand. "Poor Momma, she's not as smart as me. I have to be patient and try extra hard to get her to understand what I want."
Gotta love 'em, they do the cutest things.
