Sophie, Sopha, Poof, Furball, Poobal (as Sarah used to say) is our rather misbehaved dog. I imagine we have way too many pet names for her that may have led to an identity crisis. She’s just like that cartoon character dog that runs around in circles, jumping up and down on all fours, with a ball in her mouth. She is the sweetest dog ever, and adores everyone in our family. She’s just not how you would imagine a typical poodle.
She constantly wants to be outside, or chasing a ball, even a squirrel or two. Sophie isn’t the yap-yap lapdog (Though she does yap). Apparently Mark has been teaching her tricks without my knowledge. Last night he said, “Did you know Sophie can knock on the door?” I was busy and replied with an “oh really?” Not much else was discussed. Just a while ago I kept hearing a noise. – couldn’t for the life of me figure out the culprit. Sure enough, I walked out and saw Sophie with one paw up banging on the door. Go figure!