by Judy Alter
Every night when I’m
ready to go to bed, I ask Sophie if she’s ready for bed. She trots to the dog
bed next to my bed. We visit and she gets tummy rubs; sometimes I talk over the
day with her, sometimes I just tell her what a sweet girl she is. When I say,
“Okay, time to go to sleep,” she jumps up and goes to her crate (she’s
housebroken but occasionally unreliable). In the morning the first thing I do
is let her out of the crate, and we have another little love session, which me
scratching her ears. I begin and end my day with my dog.
Sophie the day we brought her home. |
Sophie is a deliberate cross of a border collie and a miniature poodle. I badly wanted a
Labradoodle but my physician-brother convinced me that a woman of my age with
mobility problems does not need a dog that would be eighty lbs. at a minimum.
So I opted for a smaller cross and, along with three children and three
grandchildren, went to the kennel. The puppies were sweet but
sleepy and passive—still only six weeks old. Then the breeder brought out Sophie. She was lively, mischievous, playful and
irresistible. We all fell in love.
Sophie is not a perfect
dog. In addition to occasional housebreaking mishaps, her unbounded enthusiasm
and independent spirit gets us both in trouble. If anybody leaves a door a
crack open, she is gone—headed for Canada. The only way to catch her is to
drive by and open the car door—she loves cars. Even at thirty-two lbs., she is
too strong for me to walk, although a younger neighbor occasionally walks her.
She gets her exercise in the yard chasing squirrels. She is stubborn beyond
belief—sometimes when I call her to come inside, she looks at me with an
expression that says, “Really?” And doesn’t move. But she can be bribed with a
treat.
She loves people and
dogs but is sometimes wild in her greetings, bad about jumping on guests, until
she calms down—which, now four, she eventually does. She has her favorites—my
daughter and my grandson, a neighbor, the neighbor who tends my yard, almost
anyone who gives her attention. Her fans, besides me, are legion.
Because I work at home,
Sophie and I spend a lot of time alone together. She’s fierce about protecting
me from unseen enemies—about half the time I can’t figure out what sets her
off. In her crate, she is silent—off duty, as one neighbor says. If nothing
alarms her, she’ll sleep in the easy chair in my office while I work. If I go
to the kitchen, she follows, watching from a respectful distance in the dining
room. If I nap, she goes to the dog bed. She is my shadow, giving me a
much-needed sense of companionship by following me, staying wherever I am.
Sometimes I talk over my problems with her—she’s an attentive listener.
She’s also the most
vocal dog I’ve ever known. Many intonations and tones, from deep growls to
almost a howling, that make us all wish we could speak “dog.” She so earnest
about what she says to us. I answer conversationally and that sometimes
satisfies her.
I cannot imagine life
without a dog. Through a lifetime filled with dogs, I’ve loved them all—but
Sophie is special.
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An award-winning novelist, Judy Alter is the
author of six books in the Kelly O’Connell Mysteries series: Skeleton in a Dead Space, No Neighborhood
for Old Women, Trouble in a Big Box,
Danger Comes Home, Deception in Strange Places, and Desperate for Death. She also writes the Blue Plate Café Mysteries—Murder at the Blue Plate Café and Murder at the Tremont House and The Oak
Grove Mysteries which debuted in 2014 with The
Perfect Coed.
Her work has been recognized with awards from
the Western Writers of America, the Texas Institute of Letters, and the
National Cowboy Museum and Hall of Fame. She has been honored with the Owen
Wister Award for Lifetime Achievement by WWA and inducted into the Texas
Literary Hall of Fame.
Judy is retired as director of TCU Press and the
mother of four grown children and the grandmother of seven. She and her dog, Sophie,
live in Fort Worth, Texas.
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Lovely blog about Sophie! I have a little love of my own who is my shadow as well. She'd loving and playful, and greets me like a long lost love whenever I return home from somewhere, even if I'm only out of the house long enough to walk to the mailbox and back. These precious gifts to mankind never judge, are completely devoted, and are willing to stand between us and danger, even though, like mine, they sometimes barely weigh twelve pounds. What a sweet read this morning! Thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story and love for Sophie, Judy. It sounds like you and I have kindred doggie soul-mates, all stubbornness and fierce loyalty. Like you, I would never want to be without my furry daughter. Without Gracie I would never have made it through some of the challenges I have faced. Thanks again for your beautiful tribute to man's and woman's best friend.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like a dog's love and loyalty. One of my Aussies nudges my elbow if I've been sitting at my desk too long. We have backyard play sessions all day. Sophie sounds perfect for you! Thanks for sharing-
ReplyDeleteWe lost our ACD this week and are in deep mourning. Love your descriptions of life with Sophie. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSophie is a cutie pie!
ReplyDeleteI just asked my Lexie and Mystie what they thought about the topic of this blog and they licked me before telling me to leave my computer and take them outside.
ReplyDeleteThanks all. It's nice to meet so many dedicated dog lovers who understand how empty life without a dog would be. Sheri, I had an Aussie--he and Sophie had a year together before he died mostly of old age. He was the sweetest boy I've ever know, though he had been abused and had some baggage. Glad you all enjoyed meeting Sophie.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't get the regular comments to work. Hope you don't mind I piggy-backed onto your comment.
DeleteMy dad had a one-eyed Golden Retriever named Sophie. My daughter, a brand new Vet Tech, couldn't believe when a breeder brought a puppy in with a cancerous eye to have it put down. My daughter asked the breeder if she could have the puppy. (She knew her granddad had a penchant for Golden Retrievers) The breeder said only if she made sure the puppy was spayed and couldn't reproduce. My daughter paid for the operation to get the bad eye removed and then called her granddad saying she needed help with something in her apartment. He set eyes on "Sophie" and they were inseparable until her passing two years ago. Dogs are truly our best friends and confidantes.
I can't imagine a life without my 60 pound collie, who looks like the tricolor one at the top of this blog. Although, she doesn't sleep with me because like the collie I had before, she's afraid to go up the steep wooden steps that go to my upstairs, but when I'm downstairs she's usually close by. She's the sweetest thing who protects me against squirrels, rabbits and the garbage men. She barks at them either from outside close to the house or from the front window, and then beams with pride when they leave the garbage can and drive off. I enjoy my morning walks in the woods with her, too. She comes when called and knows her boundary limits which include my small farm and the four acres next door belonging to my son and daughter-in-law. Her biggest problem is wanting to talk to my youngest daughter or another friend when we talk on the floor. That and thinking she needs treats whenever she does something she thinks deserves one.
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