I remember the book Go Dog Go, I use to get on my tippy toes and snatch it off the shelf and then take it to the nearest person, hand the book to them and then plop downaqt their feet. I would sit cross legged waiting expectantly for my mom or dad or whomever to begin. I loved the pictures, the dogs in their absurd places; boats, trees, cars. I loved the opposites, there would be a small red dog out and a big blue dog in and I think when I was eight I could quote it as my parents read. Even now my family quotes, “’Do you like my hat?’ ‘No I do not like your hat.’” Some things don’t change, even today if I turn the pages of Go Dog Go, I will still meet all the dogs, big, small, yellow, red, blue all going to the big tree. They never stop going.
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