Celeste is such a dog person. We were at the farmers market this afternoon (it's a small one — three farm stands, one baker, two other stands — but very crowded) and after picking up some zucchini, green beans, and bicolor corn, Celeste and I were trying to decide whether or not to pile into the line for peaches.
I was carrying Celeste and she was looking over my shoulder at various people. I noticed the dog first (a cute Australian shepherd who'd gotten a buzz cut for the summer) and tried to point him out to Celeste. It took her a few moments, but she finally saw him and let out a loud "Dɑɑ!" started leaning and stretching out both arms toward the dog; it was the same move she does when Evelin walks in the door.