DOG THE VOTE!

Sophie here with a special election day update.
That's right. It's election day here in Quebec.
My biped is off voting or something.
These damn government officials won't let dogs vote,
so I'm stuck at home wondering which one of these bozos is going to win.

Guy #1

Guy #2

Guy #3

Yeah, yeah, there are all sorts of "issues" at stake.
Blah, blah, blah. These people just go on and on and on.

I put it to you!
Which one of these mush-heads is most likely to give me cookies?
That's who deserves to win this frackin' thing.

Secret Admirer?

Now that the white stuff is finally melting,
Sophie has two things on her mind -- rolling in the
last bits of dirty snow and getting as muddy as possible.
The lure of the tennis ball is about the only thing
that will take her mind off the muck
and the muck off my gleaming hardwood floors.
Fortunately, one of us has a secret admirer.

The other morning, I opened the front door and ....

..... (wait for it) .....

..... (wait for it) .....

Mon Dieu!

A bag full of tennis balls!

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Now Sophie is brilliant, but she's not all that bright.
She didn't realize it was a gift.
She seemed to think she'd stumbled across it by accident
and scoped the scene to make sure
no one/dog was lurking nearby .....

.... and then began the insanity of keeping
two dozen tennis balls from rolling off the balcony.

Sophie thinks she's has a secret admirer
(and is wondering if it might be Wally or Marvin).
Being smarter than the beast,
I know the secret admirer is mine!

A special note to our darling Monsieur V: Thank you, thank you, thank you,
for helping make spring a little less mucky.

Sophie baby.
How could I resist?

This is a free-time, dogitical,
public service message
on behalf of Sophie Brador

This free-time dogitical message has been
brought to you by
Sophie Brador
at the vast expense of taxpayers around the world
because, as you surely know,
she rules it.

When Cha Cha is not busy being a dog,
she makes a perfect end table
complete with a coaster for your martini glass.

Je vous présentez Cha Cha

Cha Cha is Sophie's best friend.

When they first met, Cha Cha was a mere pup,
and Sophie was so mature and sophisticated
that she just could not stand to be in her company.

But Cha Cha eventually grew up and blossomed
into a lovely young mutt.

In fact, she's emerged on the scene as an accomplished singer with

Incredible "precision, articulation, and timing"
- TIME OUT NEW YORK

Whose vocal stylings are "graceful, unaffected,
and deeply felt."
- NEW YORK Magazine

and

Who "persuades the listener to hang onto her every syllable"
- CHICAGO TRIBUNE



She often treats Sophie to a quick little tune,
when she's in the mood.
Sophie listens intently to her pitch, tone,
note intervals, and chord progressions .........
(she has a well-trained ear and highly developed hearing)

........ but she takes that bit about
hanging onto every syllable a bit too far.

Do dogs procrastinate?

________

The question of the day. I procrastinate. This blog is clearly evidence of that. But as I watch Sophie, stretched out in the entry, staring at the park across the street, I have to wonder, do dogs procrastinate? And if so, what is it they should be doing that they aren't?

SOPHIE HAS SOME ISSUES

I know it's hard to imagine,
what with her being perfect and all,
that there is a crack in the veneer.

The dog in this photo could be Sophie, but it's not,
and therein lies the crack.

My dog hates guide dogs.
Not just a particular guide dog.
ALL guide dogs.
Labrador retriever guide dogs, poodle guide dogs,
Bernese mountain guide dogs ....
it matters not a lick to Sophie.
She hates them ALL.

So much so, in fact, that I can't let her off leash
in the park for fear that she will
try to kill a passing guide dog
(or a guide dog in passing).

I hate to show the scratches on the surface of
Sophina (la) Brador.

It could be bigotry. It could be jealousy.
It could be that Sophie's perfection has become so great
that even she needs to muddy her paws a little bit.

Whatever the case, guide dogs everywhere,
please accept my apology
and ignore her taunts as you pass her by.
She knows not why she's cracked ... or even that she is.

The Explanation

Sophie slept like a puppy last night.
She was exhausted from having to
keep one eye open all weekend.


Why?

Because of the
THING!

_________

The THING, whose name is actually Thaïs,
arrived bright and early Saturday morning.

Upon first meeting,
Sophie was ready for action and wanting to play.
Unfortunately, Thaïs was having none of it.

She immediately found her perch,
from which she snapped and snarled at Sophie
for two whole days.

Imagine!!!!

_________

The only thing that could bring them together
was the possibilty of a treat.


The above photo could suffice on it's own
to illustrate the size difference ....

68 lbs.

9 lbs.

....but these two really drive the point home.

Note: These photos are not actual size and weight of rat is not currently available.

Sunday Evening Slumber

EDUCATING CHA CHA

This might look like play to the uninformed,
but in actuality, it is a highly codified
expression of political views.

We find ourselves surrounded by election campaigns:
one provincial (Quebec) and one federal (US).
Of course, these beast don't get to vote
(never mind that neither of them are American).
But they have opinions and sometimes the fur flies.

Sophie, being the older and wiser (ahem),
has been filling Cha Cha's head
with all sorts of political rhetoric.

But Cha Cha is no fool and is not easily persuaded.

Sophie dogs her (pardon the pun),
but as it happens,
Cha Cha has a mind of her own.

Sophie is frustrated and red with anger,
but Cha Cha remains undeterred.
She tries to change the subject to
her new, blue contact lens.
Sophie eventually relents and agrees they are nice.

Moments later, she grabbed Cha Cha's head
and wrestled her to the ground.

Bum (I mean, Ball) Action

We had the best snowstorm of the year!
Sophie is in heaven because she finally got
some proper ball action.
She's not allowed to chase the pink orb anymore,
but with 24 cm of the fluffy white stuff,
dive bombing for it is just as good.

I wish I had video of this, but if you scroll through them fast enough, it might just look like stop action.

Tigre

Sophie is actively considering all your suggestions,
with her head in a snow bank (photos to follow soon).

In the meantime, please visit one of her
oldest and dearest friends.
They have never been in the same room,
but I'm sure they wouldn't
completely hate each if they met face to face.

This is Tigre.

She has, of late, fallen off the blogdar and we miss her.
http://ifyoutry.blogspot.com/

*****

P.S. I love the idea of getting Sophie a chicken,
since that is her nickname.

A Sister for Sophie?

That's right. Ever since she got home, she's been
talking about getting a dog. I honestly don't know
where these ideas come from.

Maybe it was all those dogs at the spa.
I don't know.
I keep telling her, be patient. She has the next best
thing to her very own dog hanging around ever other
day, but she just won't stop harping on about it.

Sophie is pretty sure she knows exactly
what kind of dog she wants, but she has been known
to make decisions in haste.

She's learned nothing from her fortune cookie lesson!
So I thought I'd put it out there
and see what y'all think.

What kind of dog should Sophie get?