I was expecting that there would be some serious attitude with a sprinkling of the silent treatment when Nick and I got back from our vacation...but I couldn't have been more wrong. Sophie has been charming. She even spent several hours yesterday morning giving me presents.

First there was my Reach flosser, then the cap to Nick's hairspray, then Nick's diabetes bracelet, then a cotton swab [from the bathroom trash], a bobby pin, and a straw she stole from my glass of Crystal Light the other night. One by one she brought them, laying them upon the couch cushion next to mine, and then running off to retrieve something else.

Once she tired, she jumped up to sit behind the pile of rubble, and looked over the junk to my face as if to say, "See? You got pretty good stuff here. Don't leave again." And then she slept, paw over the gunky cotton swab and tail flopping the hairspray cap to the floor. So willing to please and love, what a precious animal she is.