Thursday, March 11, 2010
My Rock Star
Sophie knows she is loved, admired,special, a rock star. When I take her on walks, she struts. She has a walk about her that says look at me or here I am. Everyone loves dogs here, they are allowed everywhere except the grocery store. It still shocks me to see a dog in a restaurant, but the dogs here are very well trained. They mind themselves, just lay under the table or next to their owners chair. I think people know Sophie is not a German trained dog she has no manners, she jumps on people to be greeted, she begs for food, she demands petting. The only good thing is she really doesn't bark, occasionally one slips out but it's rare. People will ask about her when we are out, at first I had no clue what they were asking, now I know the questions are always the same. They always confirm she is a Fox Terrier, want to know if girl or boy and how old she is, and her name. Anything after that I don't understand and usually just smile and shake my head and say Ja. And we walk away Sophie struts....it's funny I think she used to walk like Eeyore oh bother, not now!
She is my rock star and we are her entourage.