My First Born Furry Baby

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My house is not a home without my furry children. I have Sophie, my papillon and Wyatt, my black lab. They are both special to me in such different ways. I know, so different. Two very different types of dogs. I have always been an animal lover, probably to an extreme. If it weren’t for husband and money constraints I would have many more than 2 furry children. I am also a cat lover, but Travis claims to be allergic. Truth is, he is. However, he is allergic to dogs, too. Truth is, I am lazy and don’t want to clean up a litter box by myself. So, dogs it is. (No, I won’t have an outside cat. My nerves can’t take all that.) To me, nothing can replace the love of an animal. The love you get and the love you give.

 

Sophie bathtime

Sophie bathtime

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Sophie came to me by way of a friend who fosters rescue dogs. She let me know that she had a female papillon. The minute I saw her, it was love even though she was howling at me. She was very skinny and had fuzz, not fur. At the time, I had a male papillon who I thought would just love Sophie. He didn’t. It was awful. He went to live with my parents before going on to his forever home. Sophie is my  soul mate. We both knew it. Is that crazy? Maybe, but I really don’t care. She is an extreme alpha who is almost impossible to train. However, I am not trying very hard. She is my princess and gets her way. Sound familiar? Do I recommend doing this with your dog? Sure. Sophie is semi-house trained. If there is carpet, she will pee on it. So the only carpet we have is rugs that can be washed. She will poop in the house when she is mad. We know this about her and just pick it up. Sophie gets away with whatever.

Outdoor puppy

Outdoor puppy

I suppose all of my children are somewhat spoiled. I do my best to encourage proper potty habits. I frown upon her barking at people, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I like that she doesn’t immediately like everyone. There are some people she remembers and likes after a couple of minutes. You are in her house, her territory. Some people she never likes. Generally, I believe she is a good judge of character. That is what papillons were used for with royals for centuries. She is my guard dog. She will bite if she feels you are not here with good intentions. She loves her family fiercely. She loves her baby most of all. She use to sit by my tummy through my pregnancy, which she had never done before and doesn’t do  now. She knew. People ask how I can stand her barking. The answer is that she doesn’t bark, unless they are there.

Clean up crew

Clean up crew

She sleeps next to me every night. She is my comfort. She knows when I am sad and sits in my lap, which is rare. When we got Wyatt she transformed into an outside dog. She now swims and gets muddy right alongside him. She will also retrieve long distances. There is nothing my Sophie won’t do. She brings back his bumper with her long white tail swishing so delicately. This from my dog who use to think going outside in the rain was a form of torture. She is always surprising me. She works with Wyatt when she feels there is something she needs help with. She will go get him and bring him back, as if to say, “Hey, come here and do this.” Which he does, because he knows she is the boss.

Adventure!

Adventure!

She also dances for food. Cheese especially. Which she knows how to spell. I give her some, of course. Save the lectures, I know it isn’t the best for her. I feel like God knew what I needed and so he gave me Nuggs. Nugget is another name for her that Travis came up with. Everyday she makes me smile or laugh. She brings immense joy to our lives. I truly couldn’t imagine my life without her. I don’t want to. I know I will need a straightjacket and a padded cell if/when that day comes. (Leave me alone, I can’t even talk about it.) I don’t mind cleaning my furry house and my furry clothes. We find her little hairs everywhere. Travis calls them Nugget sprinkles of love.

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Now, you can’t have my Nugs,  but you can get your own. There is a “pet” for every family. I hesitate to even use that word. She runs this family. She is the pack leader. She is our family. I would encourage everyone to visit their shelter and spend time with an animal to find the best fit for them. There are also rescue foundations that foster animals before placing them in homes. To me, no home is complete without a furry baby.

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