Saturday, March 14, 2009

My Terror (err..., I mean Terrier)


This is Sophie. We think she's retarded. We're looking into it....

2 comments:

knoyes said...

Hahahahahaha, That Terror is just acting like a terror! What is she, do you know? She is a doll. Silly girl, she is. What is that ball that she has? I couldn't tell. I think it is so neat that you enjoy your animals so much!

Kim

Jessie said...

Her momma is a rat terrier, her daddy--who knows? The lady I got her from said heeler, but I'mnot entirely sure--can see a bit in the shape of her face, but my sister and I joke her daddy must have been part coyote, part hyena, part dingo, and fox, because she's so "gamey." :)

She has such a love/hate relationship with that basketball. She loves to chase it but can't stand that she can't pick it up. She loves to pick up objects and play "keep away" or "fetch." She gets so irritated that she can't pick this one up, but determined that she'll find a way!! LOL!!

She is so silly. She always makes me laugh and she's my baby--sleeps by my side all night long and when I was in so much pain, she'd lay her head on my side and lay there all day long with me (she was such a good girl for being less than a year old, so really still a puppy and then on top of that a terrier). She used her potty pads so well when I was too hurt to walk enough to let her out. She's been really wonderful. I will have to blog about the day I got her sometime. I know it's silly, but my beloved Layla sent Sophie to me--I just know it....