Ethan loves her. Maybe a little too much, if that's possible. We took Coco for a walk around the compound yesterday. Ethan's mates would ask who's dog it was. "She's my dog", replied Ethan. I'd have to correct him and tell him we're dog-sitting.
Then last night, Ethan came up to me; "Mommy, Coco licked my face. That means she's mine now." Yikes. We're going to have one upset 4 year old Sunday night.