These ducks are Annie's favorite. It makes me a little nervous to know that she put the ducks like this by our front door. I wonder if she's trying to tell me something. I never let her take the ducks outside because she has a tendency to leave them out there and I have to get them from the rain or lawnmower. The conversation when we go outside:
Me: Get your ball.
Annie: (Scopes the immediate area for ball, knowing damn well where it is)
Me: Go get your ball.
Annie: (Runs to bedroom and brings back the ball)
Me: Good job. Sit down. (So I can put the leash on her)
Annie: (She drops the ball and sits)
Me: Good sit. Let's go then. (I open the door)
Annie: (She grabs a duck on the way out)
Me: Drop the duck, Annie.
Annie: (Takes the duck back inside and grabs the ball instead)
Me: You just like hearing me say "Drop your duck" don't you?