Welcome Home, Sophie!
Sophie is a great big heart wrapped in a little bitty furry body who through no fault of her own was incarcerated for 3 weeks at our local animal shelter. She was taken into police custody because her previous owners were apparently arrested for some crime or another, and I was lucky enough to find her within hours of her “arrest” and put the first hold on her.
I visited her several times during the waiting period, and each time she seemed to neither grow nor change. She was spunky but not obnoxious, tumbling over her more assertive littermates in an effort to lick my fingers when I stuck them through the bars of her prison, satisfying herself with a nip or two and then retreating while her siblings angled for my attention. She exuded an air of confidence that seemed to indicate that she knew she would someday come home with me, and allowed her sisters their bit of frivolity with the calm demeanor of one who sees beyond the moment. “That’s MY mommy!” she seemed to say. ” But I’ll let you kiss her for now.”
She came home yesterday and has been a joy ever since. She’s chosen Nicholas to be her “pack leader”, and it’s a position he seems happy to assume. They spent hours playing in the grass, and the game of “fetch” provides endless hours of fun for her and amazement for me because never once in my life have I had a dog that did anything more than chase the object I threw and then stand there and look at it.
Since she’s a pound puppy I have no idea what her DNA recipe is. I’ve looked at lots of pictures of puppies in an effort to figure it out, and my best guess is she’s a Maltipoo. If anybody out there has a clue, do share! All I can figure out is she’s definitely part adorable.
Though nothing will ever erase the sadness we experienced when we lost Trixie and Jacques to coyotes earlier this year, she does help fill some of the emptiness they left in our hearts. And if they’re looking down from heaven, I think they’re happy that we saved another baby from the pound just like we did them.
Anyway, Sophie’s home where she belongs and we’re happy as can be. Well, except for in the middle of the night when she cries. And the fact that I have to get up early to spend quality time with her before I go to work. And then there’s the fact that she learned to climb out of her “playpen” within 30 minutes of its assembly… making the whole housebreaking issue more challenging than I was hoping for… but she’s been contentedly warming my lap the entire time I’ve been typing this, and that warms my heart.
Yep, she’s a keeper.
Welcome home, Sophie!
