SOPHIE SUE (story #2)
Maggie Mae is NOT the sharing type. She doesn’t share her food, she doesn’t share her dog house, she doesn’t share attention and she certainly does not share her mornings!
Let me introduce you to our inside cute guard dog, Sophie Sue. And I know what you’re thinking…why does Tammy give her pets a first name and a middle name? The answer is this… I have no idea. It just sounds cuter that way!
Maggie Mae, Sophie Sue, Betsy Boo (a cow), the names go on and on AND they usually rhyme too! But enough about my “name giving” talent.
Yep, Sophie Sue is our inside guard dog. Small but fearless. Some say “guard dog” might be stretching it. Those people have no idea how talented she is. Besides, she does put on a good show when strangers come to the door. Who am I kidding? We live in the middle of podunk country so unless the uninvited are willing to cross two cattleguards, 48 fences and a couple of ginormous gates (of course I’m exaggerating)…Cowboy says they’ll never find us.
However we have had a few Jehova witnesses, those people are relentless in their pursuit of “spreading the word”. Bless their hearts.
But for the most part, the only unwanted visitors out on Green Acres have consisted of snakes, scorpions and skunks. And Sophie hi-tails it out of their paths. She can not be bothered with such mundane tasks. She has much more important things on her canine horizons. So guarding 4G from critters falls on Maggie’s shoulders.
Every morning I encourage Sophie to go out and play with Maggie. They love each other so much!
ME: (using my high pitched baby voice) Sophie, do you want to go outside to play with Maggie? She’ll be so excited to see you this morning!
As I open the door, Sophie excitedly begins her barking. Some members of my family call it “yapping” but I prefer to say barking….just loud, high pitched barking. And besides, yapping can be annoying so Sophie barks…she doesn’t yap.
ME: (talking to Maggie while she’s still in her dog house) Here comes Sophie to say good morning!
MAGGIE: (lazily rolls over to look at Sophie like she’s intruding on her morning nap) C’est trop tot le matin pour etre si ennuyeux. (It’s too early in the morning to be so annoying).
ME: Come on Maggie, it’s time to get out of the dog house and stretch your legs.
MAGGIE: Qui dit? (Who says?) Et d’ailleurs je ne veux pas! (And besides, I don’t want to)!
ME: Maggie Mae! You get out of that dog house and come and play.
MAGGIE: Comme si un yapper n’etait pas assez? (As if one yapper wasn’t enough.)
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy
