I have a thing for dogs, jewelry, flowers. That goes pretty much without saying. Sometimes it takes a while to discover our "things". Sometimes our "things" evolve over time.
Sophie has a thing for the blanket that covers the sofa, the OU rug, and the sofa cushions. Sure Kongs, balls, and chew toys are okay, but they don't present the challenge the sofa does. If I could stuff the sofa with dog treats she would think she'd died and gone to heaven. Trouble is she only likes to "play" with her things when I'm not in the room. She knows the difference between toys and sofa's. But, like chocolate, sometimes only a sofa cushion will do. Whoever adopts this girl needs to know this about her. Sofa cushions are Sophies thing. Of course, if Mr. Hanky or Mick would play with her the sofa would not have so much appeal.
Speaking of Mr. Hanky. We are celebrating a year of being his foster home. This time last year we made the journey to Red Oak, IA to fetch this boy. Of course the plan was to foster and move him to a forever home. But plans do change. I always wonder what make a person deem a dog "not worth" the time, the trouble or the expense. Was he a failure in the field? Was he dumped because of his cancer? Was he one too many mouth's to feed in a money tight economy? Maybe he was all of the above, or none of the above. Lucky for us he found his way here. Our thing is to love him the way he is. Not hard to do at all.
We all have our things, our quirks, our passions and our sofa cushions. I only pray yours are half as entertaining and enriching as mine are.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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