The Year of the Dog, that is.
Or as the Peanut would say, the Year of the Woo-Woo. She can't say dog, but likes to try to say "woof woof." It just comes out as "woo-woo." Which is how I think of dogs now. When I see somebody walking their dog, I think, oh look, a woo-woo. This is how parenthood damages your brain.
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