Dog or Dog?

When I left for my Authorpalooza book signing last night, my teen was babysitting a neighbor’s kids, when I returned she was babysitting a neighbor’s potential puppy (if the dad says yes).

It cracks me up that we call both of these animals dogs:

The Yorkie pup who weighs only ounces loves my 120 pound Bernese Mountain Dog, Jack. And would love to snuggle up with him. Jack isn’t so sure.

And when I asked him to babysit for me while I write, he politely refused.