Sophie taught me a new lesson. They say that for every door that closes, another opens. In her case, two closed doors equal an open door.
She has two safe places in the house, her crate, and under my desk. If I'm downstairs, she's downstairs. If I'm upstairs she's upstairs. This evening I closed the door to her crate, and Reno closed the door to the office. Then we turned on a movie.
Low and behold Sophie came over to the sofa where I was sitting. First she stood next to me on the couch, then she sat next to me. Then she turned a couple circles and laid down. Ahhhhh, time on the sofa, next to the Momma - life is good.
Two closed doors is not necessarily a bad thing. In this case it is a wonderful new beginning.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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