I hate titling things. Thinking up a title for things is usually the hardest part of anything in my mind. Actually naming things in general is one of the more difficult things in my life, but you know, it has to be done. Naming pets can be terribly frustrating. Of course my Sophie was easy, she was Sophie before I even got her... thanks to childhood memories.
I'd pay money if I could find The Chipmunk Adventure on DVD, and I don't mean that new movie with all the computer graphics.
So to the left you see an image of Sophie from the Chipmunk Adventure. She was the bad guy's dog... belonging to the sister. Your typical spoiled purse dog. A cute innocent face with a slightly evil streak. Almost the perfect Yorkie. Yorkies are definitely sweet, loving, adorable pets, however they definitely have a mischievous streak a mile wide. I know a lot of people in this world tend to believe small dogs are nothing but stupid yappy furry footballs waiting to be punted... and I'll be honest, a good number of them are raised that way. But a good Yorkie is a sweet companion, a little clown in a fur coat that loves to make you laugh and make your life just that much more adorable. There are few things in this life that really make me feel better than to see those beautiful brown eyes staring up at me after a long day. No matter how annoyed I may be at the rest of the world, she can always make me laugh.
To the right you see a short animated gif from the movie... right before one of my favorite parts. Namely where the dog reaches out and pop's the fellow who's splashing her's floatation device and sends him flying across the pool in your typical cartoon style.
Of course this is nothing like my Sophie. My little one loves the water, she loves the snow, and I think she may even love the wind. Weather, water, cold do not bother her in the least bit. Which is funny in the middle of winter and you have a pair of much larger dogs who refuse to go out, while the tiny one stands in snow quite nearly taller than she is, hopping around like a tiny rabbit, wondering why they won't come out and play.
And then you have my little Sophie. It's an older picture of her, but I haven't gotten around to emptying my camera lately. She's a silly little thing, but honestly she's one of the best things in my life. Nothing in this world will love you like your dog will, for the fraction of the energy. She is one thing I can always count on, day in and day out, she'll be there for me, no matter how bad I may have been the day before, no matter how grumpy or how I stomped around, yelled, cried, or even took a little anger out by snapping a little more loudly than she deserved when she was playing too loud. You can always count on your dog.
Hopefully before too long I'll be able to add a little brother to her family, I'm hoping for a parti colored blond and white male... but we'll see. With luck the breeder my friend was talking to will contact me and let me know her female she's supposed to be breeding is pregnant and I'll have first pick of the puppies. I'm really pretty excited about that... the dream is to someday have a good breeding pair and sell puppies to other deserving owners every few years. Everyone who has the time, money and desire should be able to own one of these little darlings.
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