Layla and I took a nice walk today in between rainstorms. She got a chance to look at some flowers that I picked for her. After that, whenever we saw dandelions in someone's yard she would say shawee, shawee. For some reason she couldn't say flower. She never seemed to get tired of dropping them and getting new ones out of another yard. Thankfully most of the people where we live don't have chemicalized lawns with no dandelions. I can't figure out why some homeowners hate them so much. We think they're pretty.