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Likes: Car rides, walks, treats, cuddling, looking out the windows, laying out in the sun, giving kisses
Pet-Peeves: the doorbell, thunder, the vet's office, baths, nails trimmed, sometimes the cats, SWIMMING!
Favorite Toy: chewing on a bone, ball
Favorite Food: cheese, milkbones, and my new favorite- green beans!
Favorite Walk: I like to go anywhere! I wiggle my bottom like crazy when I see/hear the leash or Mama says "leash" or "Want to go for a walk?"
Best Tricks: sit, shake, half a roll for roll over, chasing large balls with my nose- I can hit them up in the air and then guide them back to the ground with my nose while running at full speed!
Arrival Story: By Sophie's Mom: I adopted Sophie from the Humane Society in Phoenix. She was approximately 1 1/2 years old at the time and was at the humane society because her "previous owners were moving" (according to the information card at the Humane Society). She was all curled up in the corner of the kennel and everytime I walked by she raised her eyebrows and looked over. She was so nervous and scared that a technician had to crawl into the kennel and carry her out. As soon as I brought her to the play area she jumped into my lap and started kissing me. I knew we were meant to be family.
Forums Motto: Sweetpea
The Groups I'm In: PETS for OBAMA, Catster Marketplace, Digital Gift Makers Workshop!, Dogster Marketplace, Muppet's Bucket (HQ-approved fundraiser), Zealie Lotto
It's official. I can no longer manage the jump up onto mom's bed, even with the assistance of my stool-ottoman. I tried twice before I had to admit that I couldn't get my back end up and onto the bed.
I was really bummed and a little confused and embarrassed. What is this "aging" thing and when did it happen?! I've always considered myself a young pup and, just recently over the past two years, a teenager. I'm only 14!
Mom wants me to promise to stop trying to jump up on the beds in the house. She's worried that I am going to hurt myself and she has strategically placed no-slip rugs in all the bedrooms. I think she's even more worried about me leaping OFF the bed if I can manage to get up there. She's considering getting baby gates to block me from even going upstairs but she's afraid I'll try and jump the gates......
Well, I guess you never know; this old dog may have some tricks left in her still! *winks*
Getting older has some good points. Obviously, I am a very wise dog. And my grey face fur and eyebrows certainly add a distinguished, mature beauty.
After more than a decade together, my mom and I have a pretty good routine together. I can give her a look and she knows if I am hungry, want a treat, or want to go outside. And she can give me a look and I know right away if she needs her ear kissed or her nose kissed! On our walks we take the same strides and walk in total synch with each other. I can tell by the way she says my name if she is going to bed, leaving for work, or just saying "hi" to me. We are a good fit.
We've been together since I was 1 and she was a teenager (19!). The day that we met she walked by my kennel at the Humane Society three times. Each time I raised by eyebrows at her and followed her with my gaze. Of course she couldn't resist and I found my forever home and my mom. And here we are, nearly 13 years later- now she's not a teenager but I am!
I've been having some trouble going up the stairs and standing up from a laying down position. Mom bought no-slip rugs and placed them all over the house to help me get traction and keep my balance. When I stumble going up the stairs mom winces, too. Aging isn't always easy (on dog or mom) and sometimes it isn't that graceful, either.
The graceful part came later, when I laid my head in mom's lap and she petted me while she talked to me about us, me and mom. And I gave her a big lickey kiss across her nose!
This morning when mom was getting my breakfast ready, I was doing my customary bottom-wiggling, tail-wagging, turning in circles with excitement dance. And then mom told me to "hold my horses!" Horses? What in the world is she talking about? Just FEED me!!!
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