This is Sophie, also known in intimate
circles as Sophie Bear, Sophie Bean and Man Hands (after the Seinfeld
episode where Jerry was dating the pretty girl with large manly
hands) Only for Sophie it should technically be Man Paws. Sophie is
the fifth and, as I've assured both my husband and the family cat,
final member of our doggie pack. I was heading into the local feed
store to buy hay for my goats and a pen filled with rescued dogs sat
at the front of the store. I stopped at the pen to say hello and give
them all words of encouragement while reminding myself that I already
had four dogs and that five would be crazy and that the husband would
have me committed when Sophie crawled out from under a dog house in
the pen. Talk about knowing how to make a dramatic entrance. She
walked straight up to the front of the cage and stared up at me with
those intelligent brown eyes that seemed to be saying “It’s about
time you got here.” I thought ‘well maybe five wouldn't be too
crazy’.
The phone call for breaking the news to
my husband was short - “Honey, before I tell you this, just
remember how much you love me.” “Woman, did you bring home
another dog?” “Sort of.” “We don’t need another dog.”
“Nope, but she needed us.” End of conversation.
I’m happy to say that Sophie has made
a wonderful transition into the family. She has discovered that she
is a perfect fit for the crook of my knees when we are all tucked in
bed at night.
One day my husband reminded me that
“you can’t save them all.”
And, of course, he’s right. But I’m
giving it one hell of a try.
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