A Year of Sophia

Wow. I can’t believe it’s been one year already! But yes, one year ago today, we brought this little bundle of love home with us from Lucky Dog Animal Rescue.

And let’s face it, we’ve had our share of hurdles with the little princess, but any way you shape it, this little girl has changed our lives for the better. She may not be the most dog-friendly, and she still may have accidents (or puke on the carpet right after we had it cleaned) but she’s one of the best cuddlers a guy could ask for, and helps make the apartment feel warmer.

To celebrate her one-year since being born again, I decided she needed a special treat. Instead of having a full-blown party like I actually debated, I just went for a cake for the little girl.

As much as I wanted to let her eat the whole thing… I knew it was in the best interest of my floors that it be divided up over a few days.

Sophia's First Glance

Sophia’s First Glance

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Dirty Sophia

It’s time for another Sophia confession: She stinks.

She’s a sloppy lil thing sometimes who likes to root around in dirt, lay in a dirty bed after having an accident, or getting into something else that she’s not supposed to. But with the stink comes our favorite time of the year bath season. In the winter, all anyone wants to do is curl up and stay warm, having a cooling down bath is just plain terrible. And as the weather gets warmer (except today) that means we get to bring out Sophia’s enemy — the bath tub.

Sophia About to Take the Plunge

Sophia About to Take the Plunge

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The Kitchen Help

Sometimes it seems like it takes double the amount of time that it should to make the simplest of meals. But it’s times like this that it’s helpful to have some help in the kitchen.

Now, while I sometimes discourage kitchen help from others, and like to have control of my domain, lately I’ve been glad to have some help.

Sous Chef Sophia

But, when it comes down to it, she’s really only good at helping to clean up messes. It’s the small things.

3’s a Crowd

Dear Sir,

I must admit that I dearly enjoy viewing your three french bulldogs from afar. As it just so happens, this is the third occasion that I have had the opportunity to marvel in their beauty. As much as I know that if I also had three french bulldogs of my own I would walk them everywhere to show off, I have begun to feel as if you taunt me. I mean, I see you in different parts of town with your three little trotting guys.

But, I must say, I understand how difficult it is to raise three dogs of your own in such a bustling city environment. I mean mother always said three’s a crowd after all.  So I present you with a solution to your dilemma: I will do you the favor of taking one of these prime specimens off of your hands, allowing you to only carry two doggy bags with you out on morning walks, instead of three; eliminate the need for a third dog crate in your living room; and more importantly, give you more space on your couch for a partner.

So please contact me at your earliest convenience and I will help rid you of this problem once and for all.

Signed,

Wishful