Oh, this is a good one! When I brought Abbey home with me she was 4 months old. She smelled soooo good, just like a baby ought to smell. I used to snuggle her up just to smell of her. That makes me smile. Also, since she apparently thinks I'm a chair, I can't sit down without her filling my lap even though she hangs over on both sides. We have important Mom and Abbey talks while she's in my lap. We talk about birds and airplanes (she likes to watch them) and going to the park and other interesting stuff. She does lots of silly things that make me smile. I have a wooden cable car music box from San Francisco that she adores. Wind it up, set it in the floor and she follows it around in a circle till it stops, then she gives it a bop to start it up again. The thing about Abbey is that even though she's 3 she's still a silly pup at heart. She has a huge basket stuffed with toys and balls and we have to play with them all every day, especially her green bunny. She brings Bunny, throws him down, I grab for him, she snatches him up, I have to wrestle her for him, and if I win I have to throw him across the room and yell BUNNY! She retrieves him, brings him back, and we have to do the whole thing over again about 20 times. She is also a huge practical joker–nobody can convince me basenjis don't have a sense of humor. If you remember my post about Basenji Practical Jokes, they weren't made up. She has also invented a game I think she calls Mommy on a String; I sit down, she scratches the carpet like a wild animal, I jump up, she stops, I sit back down, she scratches the carpet again. Makes me wonder sometimes why I ever wanted to be a basenji slave!