Miss Sophie Ru
Note: Miss Sophie lives with Tara Joyner Haussler. This post was previously published on Tara's blog I Might Need A Nap. Tara was one of the authors in the anthology A Cup of Christmas, available on Kindle for $1.99. All proceeds go to First Book, a charity that places books in the hands of children in need.
A note from the paws of Miss Sophie:
These people, I sure have a hard time figuring them out sometimes. They
know my name, and yet, they call me “No” and “Stop it” almost more than they
call me Sophie.
It’s not like I picked out that
name for myself or anything–they chose it. If I’d had my druthers, I would be
called Geraldine. Yeah. I like that name.
Anyway, yesterday they said,
“Bed,” and I went and they gave me my treat on command. I’ve got them trained
well. When I sit in my bed, I wait, and they give me a treat. It’s a pretty
sweet deal actually. They left for a few hours and when they came home, I could
hardly believe my eyes.
And I have pretty good vision.
The people brought a tree
in the house. You know, one of those things that lives outside that I like to sniff
around and eat things out from under. In. the. house. Well! I mean, these are
the same folks who take their shoes off in the house and flip out if I go
anywhere near the mud puddles way back in the yard behind our house.
I don’t get it.
It immediately started shedding,
something I can proudly say I do not do. It was pretty disgusting. The Fella
promptly vacuumed it up. I actually chose not to bark while he was vacuuming
this time, and the people didn’t notice or anything. Really? Fine. Next time
then…
After all of the hullabaloo about getting this tree in the house, I watched
as the Fella brought in a big box of things on the ends of green wire. (I like
green wire. I like wire. Twist ties are my favorite, but they never let me play
with one for long.) They spent much time discussing these things and untangling
them. It was torture. They did all of this beside the tree which they put in
the room I’m not allowed in. Honestly, you mistake a rug for a piddle pad once
or three times too many…
After things were untwisted, the people talked some more. The one
they all call Mama, the one who sits up with me late at night, kept saying the
letters, “LED” over and over and wrinkling up her nose like she does when she
tells me my toy is “nasty.” (It’s not, it’s delicious.) I don’t think she cares
for whatever that LED thing is. The Fella took several of those strand thingies
outside and the littles went with him. Then the one they call Mama twisted the
rest of the wire thingies all around that tree.
Can you imagine what that’s even
about?
When she was done, she stood back
and then flipped a switch.
Wow.
They’ve been doing some pretty
crazy things around here, like putting some lights in different places and
putting these red and green things all over the place, but this was amazing.
It was all lit up, that tree,
only there was no fire like what the one they call Mama turns on in the living
room at night. These were all sparkly and warm and I wanted to crawl right
under that tree, drink from that big water bowl, and gaze up at the twinkly
lights. And look for treats…
Tonight they went through a box,
each one of them, and they hung things on the tree. It’s the strangest thing
I’ve ever seen. And
they won’t let me anywhere near it. I can’t imagine why.
They keep me away from everything fun–the trash can, the mud puddles, and
now this–this tree.
I just don’t get it.
But tonight I’m thankful my
people are back home and that it looks like we’re going to bed a little earlier
tonight. I’m thankful for the food in my bowl and the water in my dish,
but I still think that tree offers a lovely new eating venue.
Most of all, I’m thankful for the happy faces and the singing of songs that
keeps happening around here. It seems like they are more relaxed these days. And
happy, relaxed people make for a happy Sophie.
Love and barks to all. Sophie
That tree - INSIDE the house with lights all over it! Have you ever heard of such?
A note from Tara: As I was stringing the lights on
the tree this morning, I saw Miss Sophie watching intently from the other side
of the gate. I wondered what she thought of all of the goings on, and she was
more than happy to share. Tonight I’m thankful for that. And for a word my
Daddy taught me long, long ago. Anthropomorphism. I love that word. Love to
all.
Tara Joyner Haussler
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