T.O.

Ella is happy.

Something Ella sees is making her oh so happy and it's not the mulch on her chin.

She wants it. Big time.

She patiently awaits.
One sock on, one sock off.

He's heeerrre!

Don't let the action shot fool you. Or scare you.

She's really not scared. She's happy. He's happy.

His name is T. O. (I'll forgive his owners) and he's very friendly or Mama Bear wouldn't have allowed this interaction.

Ella flaps her arms and says, "D, d, d, d" when she sees dogs. I distinctly remember Lilly loving dogs at this age as well. And she still adores them.

Bring on the panic mail.