|Ain't she just the cutest?|
When we first heard that one of the barn dogs was expecting, my mother was very excited and mentioned that she would like to have one of the little darlings. Time went by, we didn't see any puppies, and we forgot about it. Until one day. That fateful day when I was going to lunch with a friend from the barn and saw a cute little bundle of white fur playing outside the barn worker's house.
I found out the dog was available and called Mom. Who hesitated. What?!
The next day, I convinced her to come out and at least meet the little dear. She agreed and fell in love.
Now here's the part of this story that should give you pause. My dad hates little dogs. HATES them. He makes fun of those people who cart their Chihuahuas around everywhere with them, and feed them treats constantly. He HATES dogs in the house. When I had a Chihuahua, Twiggy, (haha, I was one of Them as a 12-year-old) she was not allowed anywhere near my parents bedroom. Now that you've read that, I should point out that is my father with Sophie in the picture above. Whhhhaaaaat?
When Mom and I were on the way to their house with Sophie in tow, my mom was panicking. Despite Dad saying he didn't care if Mom got the dog, she was convinced this was the worst idea ever and wanted to take the dog back. She didn't.
A few days later, I went by and my dad was laying on his bed watching Judge Judy, with the dog on the bed next to him. This is the man who didn't like having a dog in the house.
"Is Dad sick and you guys haven't told me?" I asked Mom.
"What are you talking about?" She replied, confused.
"Dad and the dog?"
"Oh, yeah, he put her up there. Apparently, he really likes her."
That would be an understatement. This dog is the light of their lives. After I do or say something stupid, I'm given an exasperated look and then regaled with a tale of how smart and perfect and amazing Sophie is. I hear more about how great that dog is than anything else. If I call my Dad, the first thing I hear is a Sophie story. He has even texted me about her. Sophie is so smart. Sophie is so funny. Sophie is so cute. Sophie is so athletic.
Suddenly I know what it's like to be the older, disappointment of a daughter. Second to the dog. Perfect, darling Sophie.