Sophie is in the dog house. Left alone in the kitchen when 'The Font' answers the phone she :
1) Uses her bionic legs to clamber front paws first onto a stool - then focusing her superpowers she leaps onto the kitchen counter
2) On the counter she finds, then eats, an entire cooked cauliflower before turning her attention to
3) the broccoli that's been prepared for dinner
4) Sophie then retraces her mountaineers routine in reverse -bringing a roll of kitchen paper down with her.
5) As a final touch the kitchen paper is shredded and distributed round the kitchen.
And to think there was a time when we thought the two metal knees might hinder her movements.
No blame can be attributed to big brother Bob who dutifully sits by 'The Font' for the duration of the phone call. Sophie's ' I cannot tell a lie. It was him ! ' routine doesn't wash.
On our morning walk the family diva evinces neither contrition nor signs of biliousness. She does however roll , at length, in the long grass. She emerges coated from nose to tail in tiny green seeds. On the way home she finds a festering vole pelt. This alone ( forgetting the cauliflower and broccoli ) qualifies today as the best day ever.
Angus is once again reminded of the words in the book on dog breeds : 'Quiet, unassuming and requiring minimal maintenance the PON is an excellent dog for apartment dwellers'.
I wish everyone would read this :
https://psmag.com/magazine/tragedy-of-the-common
An amazingly brave and spirited 8 year old : https://twitter.com/BBCScotland/status/1006161701656461313
12 comments:
Well, a apartment would be free of long grass and festering voles (one hopes...) And I gather they are building flats in London (and probably elsewhere) without kitchens too, to accommodate a generation that either eats out or pops ready meals in a microwave. Perhaps they could be marketed as 'Sophie safe'?
My sympathies. My late, lamented Siberian once rolled in a partially-decomposed woodchuck, and it took some effort to get how within house-safe olfactory range.
At least she didn't eat the kitchen. I know of an English setter that did.
Hilarious!
Maybe you need a Sophie shelf, where you can put items out of reach.
This really made me laugh out loud - one has to admire Sophie's determination. Festering mole pelts are a luxury that Inca Lab. has yet to sample. Long may it remain that way, as I don't think we have moles here !
I greatly admire the quiet determination of the eight year old who climbed Old Man of Hoy for his mum. There is hope for mankind yet with youngsters like him.
Good on you Sophie - a girl needs her greens.
Hari OM
Now Mlle Sophie... that is the trick normally reserved for the feline fraternity. Just ask my angel Jasper Cat! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
Sophie tends not to roll. She prefers to devour decomposing road kill.
And Sophie has certainly had hers . Now we wait for the 'consequences'.
Maybe the second dog in the pack has to be more determined ?
It would need to be 12 feet off the ground.
Don't give her ideas !
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