Our little puppy. . .

This morning Clint took the garbage sack out of the garbage can and put the bag by the back door. He was planning on taking it out with him a few minutes later when he left for a meeting. Meanwhile, I was in the bathroom getting ready for church, and Clint went upstairs for a minute. I hear Clint come back down and ask Matthew what he was doing. Matthew was taking garbage out of the sack and spilled some gravy on the floor. Clint was a little annoyed because Matthew was making a mess, then Clint said "Matthew, what are you, the family dog?" Matthew obviously understand the word dog because he gave a little bark in response to the question. It broke the tension and we all had a good laugh. What a funny little puppy we have. :) He is also good and mooing and roaring like a dinosaur.