Sophie the Wonder Dog ~ adopted seven years ago at the Manhattan (NYC) ASPCA. I often tell people, you’re going to find your adopted pet rescued you. Even if you didn’t realize you needed rescuing. Sophie definitely rescued me after my husband passed away too young.
Sophie and Beauty, one of my adopted cats, at the vet on a senior wellness visit. If dogs become the “heart” of the house and they do, then cats become its “soul”.
Then God said, “Let the earth produce every sort of animal, each producing offspring of the same kind—livestock, small animals that scurry along the ground, and wild animals.” And that is what happened. 25 God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to produce offspring of the same kind. And God saw that it was good. ~ Genesis 1:24 [New Living Translation]
Sophie with her Christmas gifts. Santa loves her too. She had so much fun with these “squeaky” toys.
My faithful BFF, Sophie (the 11 pound fluff-ball) and I spent three days in the wilds of Dutchess County (NY) braving frigid temperature. We did survive!!!
We went to visit the farm where my brother’s wife boards her horse Misty…and we had a great time.
My brother’s wife Laura with her horse Misty and little Sophie.
On another part of the farm, my brother Michael cuts firewood for his wood stove. I can attest, that stove gets mighty toasty.
All the while, I filed everything away in my ‘writer’s research files’ for a time when I could draw on this experience to enhance a story.
I spent Thanksgiving with my brother Michael and his wife Laura. As I drove north from Brooklyn with my sweet little dog Sophie, we were encountering increasingly stormy weather. I was driving into a snowy nor’easter.
When Michael, Laura, and I arrived at my brother’s in laws, it was a frozen winter wonderland. This is a photo of Laura’s daughter’s front yard.
The power was out due to the storm, so they had to go down the road to folks who had power and borrow their generator to cook the turkey. By the time we got there the power had been restored, thankfully.
My brother Michael and little Sophie and what I was nearly sure had to be the Hound of the Baskervilles. Would you believe, this dog is still a puppy?
Moi with the pup. This dog is licking-liscious. He loves giving kisses.
Brother and sister-in-law Laura with Kagan the ChiChi and my little Sophie. And there’s the big pup sticking his nose in. He had to be absolutely everywhere.
This is the village Michael and I grew up in.
This is the village “walking path.” It might not be visible, but to the extreme left in the second photo is a bench. When we were kids there was no bench. About a mile back this lane leads to a creek where we used to swim. The lane was much more rugged then and on either side of the trees were cow pastures.
Don’t know why, but it seems wherever I go with my trusty camera, I attract a police presence. The village cop wanted to see who was walking around back there so bright and early the morning after Thanksgiving. He saw me taking pictures and gave me a wave.
Today is National Dog Day. This “howlday” was started in 2004 to encourage the adoption of rescued dogs. My little Sophie was a Christmas present, adopted in December a few years ago from the ASPCA in Manhattan. What a joy she has been to our lives.
Let today be a reminder to get yourself to your local animal shelter. There you can find the perfect canine companion. You’ll find, your dog becomes the “heart” of your house.