Mingling

Sophie met this little fella on one of our regular walk-abouts.

I can't remember his name, but it is something like Edward or Gilbert.
Sophie prefers to remember him as Neil.


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Back in the 70s, punk icon Patti Smith used to pee on stage. Sophie Brador thinks that's cool. That's why Sophie is so angry that I went to see Patti Smith in a beautiful, neo-baroque church in Montreal and did not take her. I tried to explain to her that Patti is now 60, and although in every sense embodies the spirit of peeing on stage, she probably would not actually pee on stage. Sophie thinks the difference is a moot point.



WARNING: If you are somewhat conservative, you may not wish to view this piece of excellence from the Pop Montreal Festival last Friday night. Patti Smith played at L' Eglise Saint-Jean Baptiste, on the Plateau in Montreal. If, however, you appreciate "Punk's Poet Laureate" and enjoy a little racy Allen Ginsberg, check it out. It was a brilliant, brilliant show! Holy doodle.


P.S. Check out Mollie's interview.

The Joe Stains Special

Joe Stains, one tough terrier dude, was granted an exclusive interview with Ms. Sophie Brador. He asked some mighty tough questions, but after consulting with her publicist, Ms. Brador answered every one of them. No tears!

Here is an excerpt from that interview:


JS: If you could star opposite any current heart throb, who would it be? Canine or human, I don't care which.


SB: I googled current heartthrob and I have to tell you, a rather sorry list of leading men came up. I think Corey Feldman and Sigmund Freud were both there.

I want to say Jon Stewart, because I think his wife is a vet and he always goes to the mat for the pups. Or Ellen, because she likes dogs and has a big place. They’re both current, but neither one is a heartthrob.

I could pick George Clooney, because he has a villa in Italy, but his head is kind of big and squarish. I could go with someone like Tom Cruise, just for the opportunity to upstage him and then maybe bite him in the &^@#!%

In the end, I’m settling with Kevin Bacon. He’s not exactly a heartthrob and may even be anorexic, but he’s kind of weird, which I like, and he’s connected to everyone! Plus he lives in NY and that’s cool.



JS: If you could cut loose and get away with anything for a day, what would you do?

SB: Swim! and then eat as much raw chicken and rabbit as possible, and then if there is still time, maybe go to the dog park and attack all the dogs I don’t know. Then roll on a dead fish and eat some cat poop.



JS: Would you be so bold as to share a truly undignified moment with us?

SB: Are you sure you want to hear this story? Okay. Tell all humans to set aside their lunch, because it may not stay down for long.

Okay, so, on Labour Day weekend, I went swimming in a really great lake (scroll back about a month). On the beach was a young. Let’s just call him Pooper Jr.

Pooper Jr. was not all that interesting to me, frankly. He was just some four-year-old human, playing in the sand beside us. No big deal and not at all interesting until he pooped on the beach, right beside us. The humans thought it was disgusting. I thought it was temptation beyond reason and the first opportunity I got …..

Come to think of it, that wasn’t undignified at all. The reaction of the humans? That was undignified. They started screaming and yelling things like “oh gross!” Then there was more screaming and gagging and then they made me go swimming. Fine with me.

Come to think of it, I have never had a truly undignified moment.


JS: If you could spend the day with any DWB member, who would it be and what would you do?

SB: Oh boy. That is really tough question. Oh boy. Oh boy. Okay.

Wally, because he is so cool and always has lots of eatables around.
Stanny, because he is the President of the Republic of Gooberstan and has great taste in music.
KuBrin, because I adore him and want to go live with all the SUMDs in Berkshire.
Asta, because she’s cute and lives in the village in NYC and I love it there.
Pippa, because he lives in Spain. Need I say more?
Freda, because I am fascinated by the way she counts.
Ernest, because he is flat, sometimes, and subversive, always.

Wait …. I guess I can only pick one right? Okay, easy.

You, Joe Stains, because you are soooo frackin’ cool! And maybe you could take me to your granny’s for treats and scritches?


JS: If I had a um friend that thought you were very pretty do you think that friend might have a chance to get a kiss from you if we er I mean if you guys ever met?

SB: I would totally give you er um your friend a kiss, because I totally like the tough boys and you er um your friend must be a tough guy or he would not be your friend, right, Joe Stains?


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Sophie Brador and her management team would like to thank Mr. Joe Stains for his time and patience, and most of all his attitude.

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In keeping with this fine interviewing tradition, Sophie has agreed to the following fine print:

1. If you are interested in being interviewed, leave me a comment saying, 'interview me.'
2. I will respond by posting five questions for you. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Sophie will not show her face,
and nor should she.

She should be embarrassed, but no no no.

This beast is far too proud to admit,
or even realize,
that she got her ass whooped by a kitty.

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This is not the cat that attacked Sophie,

but a reasonable fascimile thereof.

This is the stalker cat, who lives down the street.
He follows us down the block every day,
hissing and moaning.

This is the cat that Sophie should have gone after.

Instead, she went after a gentle,
trusting cat named Dingo, as he slept in the sun.
Sorry, no photos.

Fortunately for Dingo, he was quick on his paws.
Fortunately for Sophie, she was smart enough to close her eyes.

She emerged from the dust with tiny little spots of blood all over her face

and around one of her eyes.
But the beast does not learn!
She was ready to get right back in the ring.

We haven't run into this little dude since the Dingo disaster,
but Sophie is on the look out.


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Coming soon: Joe Stain's exclusive interview with Ms. Brador.

A Rare Sophie Smile

Scant moments before being attacked by a cat.

Details to follow.

Later.

First, the beast must pee.

Outside.

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Squirrel Band

Auditions were rained out, but two members of the band slid in on reputation alone. Wally, because he is a mean-ass punk, and Stanley, become he is such a goober and because he granted Sophie landed immigrant status for Gooberstan, without even demanding any sort of drug test or memorization of a national anthem.

Despite this awesome line up, Blind Squirrel Rum clearly has some competition. What do these losers call themselves? Dead Dog Whiskey? We better start practicing boys!

Git your banjo!

Sophie Brador is holding auditions for her new,
bluegrass punk band,
Blind Squirrel Rum,
today, 5 pm, dog park.

Sophie has hung up her ballet slippers and opted for a whole new thang.
Click on the photo above to unveil her new, smooth moves.

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UPDATE

Sophie's come back is on hold
due to an ear infection.
This is not her and those are not her ears.
This is simply to illustrate what ears look like,
for those who didn't know
or forgot.

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Press Release

Sophina la Brador,
a dog of a certain age,
is considering a comeback.

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Latest bizarre key word search that led to Sophie's blog:

blind squirrel rum

Yup.

I think this an excellent name for a blue grass punk band.
Sophie! Git yer banjo!




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I have the flu.
Me, the human, NOT the dog.

The dog finds this all incredibly boring.

Remember Charlot?

He's the Bouvier des Flandres from next door.

Here he is, sporting his new hair cut.

Here he is again, resting his chin on the dining room table.

Only moments later, he stood underneath that table,
kind of squatting because he is a giant,
and kind of squatting because he was peeing!
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Later the same day,
Ziggy, the handsome fella above,
came over for a visit and he peed too!

Visiting hours have been seriously limited.

Sometimes maintaining that whole sophisticated,
class act thing
is just too much work.

Yeah ... I think you need a close up of that one.

Tennis ball as lip rest.

Although 8, Sophie does an excellent
impression of a puppy.
She's often cast far younger .... and no botox!

Stop-action action-shot.

This one is worth a closer look.

Click on the pic!

Cha Cha Comes for Coffee

The beast has been a bit depressed about the lake having disappeared now that we are back in the city. So this morning, she rang up her favourite pal to come over for a visit.





The girls enjoyed their time together. Unfortunately, the pink pig princess did not fair quite as well.






Although a bit more svelt than she was before, pink pig princess lost an appendage and very nearly her head.

Woosh!

Wally is okay. He's been on a super secret mission. I always thought him the James Bond type. I'm not sure if Ethel was with him, but at least we know she didn't eat the 'puter.

I'm worried about Wally.
He hasn't posted since Wednesday.
That's not like him.
I hope he's okay.

The Swim

by Sophie Brador

Click to enlarge this photo.
A closer look shows that Ms. Brador is looking directly at the camera.
They don't call her a foreign film star for nothing.

Living

by Sophie Brador












....to be continued.

Pressing Issue

The lake pictures are coming soon, and they are glorious! But first, there is a very pressing issue at hand .... or rather, paw .... or maybe even, claw.

A cat named Oscar came right up to me tonight and meowed in my face. I didn't know what to do. Like, holy doodle dogs. What was that about? Was I supposed to pick him up? I'm really confused. I need some cat-ucation. My mom says she doesn't teach that stuff, so I'm contracting out.

Sophie is going to the lake.

Not just any lake. A lake with water.
A lake with water that she can swim in.


Lake Mississagagon

That's not our boat, or dock, or even camping chair.
But it is photo of the lake Sophie intends to spend her weekend in.

She will be staying in a rustic cottage,
which we all know means kind of crappy and uncivilized.

She will have to endure 3.5 hours in the car, both ways,
which we all know will make her bum leaky,
although she doesn't like to talk about it.

BUT
She is going to swim, chase balls, eat outdoors, drink beer around a campfire.
Well, okay, she's not going to drink beer.
Anyone who knows Ms. Brador, knows she prefers a vodka martini, shaken on ice with a splash of cointreau and zest of lime. But it doesn't really congeal with the whole rustic image, you know. Oh it's hard to break out of that diva, city girl thing.

Glorious end of summer. On to the new boots and sweaters. Woo hoo!
Okay, that's about me, not Sophie. Sophie is a nudist. Remember?

It's time once again to review those
wacky words that lead millions to
SOPHIE!


Obvious to anyone

• wow sophie
• bibliophile extroidinaire
• blogspot top gear sophie wise
• how many sophies are there in the world ?

Obvious to dedicated fans

• david lee roth arrested in towel
• dog-headed byzantine icon
• how old do you have to be to become a nun?
• norht dakota nudist blog (the nudist part anyway)
• russian contortionist licks
• sophia joey butter (clearly a reference to Joe Stains and their mutual love of PB)

Huh?

• barbara walters cha cha pictures (Cha Cha is obvious, but Babs?)
• butter chicken sophie luck
• dogs with bras
• fleur de lis sweater on how i met your mother
• goob job interview techniques
• lina-lina-lu
• i think i need a shrink
• tim robbins really tall

Hmmm (clearly, somedog has hijacked Sophie's blog for illicit purposes)

• woh and wally
• sweet wally
• corgador rescue

Sophie can hardly get over

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how fun and attractive she is.

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