She was a fine little worker, diligently helping ..... until she found the box with her tennis balls.
Then she just quit.
Rotten, good for nothing beast.
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Ahem.
Moving along, let me introduce you to Sophie's two newest companions, the boys next door.
Tricky, the performer.
Tricky is an 8 year old standard poodle and he talks a lot! Sophie finds him amusing.
He finds her amazing and if he is ever invited to a drag party, he will go as Ms. Sophina La Brador, foreign film star.
Sir Charlot
This is Charlot and his hippo.
Not that he needs the hippo. He just loves the hippo.
He is 10 years old and has the biggest, most gigantic bark ever. But it kind of matches his big, gigantic self.
Charlot is definitely the intellectual of these two boys.
You will be probably be seeing a lot of these fellas.
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And now for a little housekeeping.
Wimsey, the dashing hound on the Upper West Side, has requested a photo of Sophie showing off her belly. That's a pretty rare occurence, which will require an elaborate array of motion activated cameras loaded with day for night film. Sophie only ever rolls on her back in the middle of the night, and only if she is super relaxed and comfy comfy cozy. It might take a few more days in the new place for that to happen. In the meantime, she has requested that I share the following with you, since it is a view that doggies so rarely see (not that you want to).
Note: This creature looks almost identical to one who lives down the block, who has taken to stalking Sophie when she is out on her walks. Word on the street is, he's an attack cat. Sophie is considering foregoing her vow of nudity and donning armour when we stroll around the hood.
