Apparently (my theory) punishment for us ignoring her while we ate dinner. Oh, how that worm turned!
Return on investment? Doggie treat.
Our excitement, walking, consisted of me swapping Layla for half a couch for a block (boy-girl couch-carriers, girl clearly dying. I offered to help). At the end of the block (girl and Layla far behind us) the girl commented that Layla was beautiful and clearly a princess, used to walking where she wanted. So that was confirmation (Olivia).
Layla still has trouble with which doorway belongs to us (this is the nearly-identical entrance to the nearly-identical building next to ours. She has gotten it wrong every time).
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