It used to be Sophie the Scaredy Cat, Sophie the timid, followed immediately by Sophie hides, runs, dodges, races to the door. Don't make me go out, quick let me in. Move, I need to run for cover. The other night wild horses racing through the yard wouldn't have made her come in.
If she had texted me, it would have said "quit callin, hunting bunnies, leave me alone". When I whistled again it would have said "on point, don't bother me". When I clapped and called her name I'm certain she rolled her eye's and said "enough already. I'm hunting here, don't you get it?"
Wow, Sophie the hunter. Birds, squirrels, bunnies you name it she hunts it. Amazing how time will change you. Well, time, some loving and the big Guy upstairs.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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