Chickie is finally old enough that our dog Hammer finds it fun to play with her. This is a pretty big deal, as Hammer normally likes to play rough. The Engineer literally picks him up and throws him, and he comes back for more. He doesn't play rough with kids; he just gets bored easily. But Chickie's strong enough now to play a semi-decent game of tug-of-war with him, and they both enjoy it.
I really am glad we've reached this phase. Honestly, since having kids, having a dog is more of an annoyance than anything. (Boy, I hope he's not reading this!) But now that Chickie is learning to play with him I think it'll be a great thing for both of them. Now if I could just keep him from jumping up to get food off our countertops, we'd be in great shape.