“A dog party! A big dog party!
Big dogs, little dogs,
Red dogs, blue dogs,
Green dogs, yellow dogs,
Black dogs and white dogs
Are all at a dog party!
What a dog party!”

Oh, I see you’ve listed that page. The only thing I got wrong was the order of green dogs and yellow dogs, and I left out the Oxford comma on black dogs. (What was I thinking?)

I did, I admit, vote for Are You My Mother? instead of Go, Dog. Go! That was because of remembering my mother purchasing it for me. We already owned Go, Dog. Go! at the time, and it was much more beat up from the usage of my older brother and sister. Reading it to my boys solidified my love for Go Dog. Go! But this love definitely began in my early reading youth. Oh, the drama with the hat! Oh, the wonder of going to a party in a tree! How I longed to be part of that party!

“Where are they going so fast in those cars?
What are they going to do?
Where are those dogs going?

To the tree! To the tree!
Up the tree! Up the tree!

Up they go to the top of the tree.
Why?
Will they work there?
Will they play there?
What is up there on the top of that tree?”

SEE the drama?! FEEL the tension?! Oh my goodness, I love that book.

“And now do you like my hat?”
“I do. What a hat!
I like it. I like that party hat.”

“Good-by again.”
“Good-by.”