Coming Home to Myself

Putting Down Roots

I’ve always felt a need to be rooted in a solid house on solid ground. As a too-serious kid, when our family took long summer road trips, I’d grow anxious to be back home if we were gone too long. On those trips, the closer we got to home, the more concerned I grew because—asContinue reading “Putting Down Roots”

Sophie’s House–training

I’m Sophie. At first, I felt lost at Wayne and Kate’s house. The food they gave me smelled just like that glass-room-place. I stuck up my nose and refused to eat—until they made it taste like chicken. Their yard didn’t smell right, either. I couldn’t find any place to leave a message so I heldContinue reading “Sophie’s House–training”

Sophie Comes Home

I’m Sophie. I have lived with Wayne and Kate for four years. She says the two of us females are a lot alike. I don’t think so, except we both belong with Wayne. I knew Wayne was special the first time I saw him. My first person—the one who taught me to sit and heel—wentContinue reading “Sophie Comes Home”

Coming Home to Myself

When we adopted Sophie, a Llasa Apso mix, she was confused and uncertain whether she belonged with us or would end up homeless again. She needed time to adjust. Me, too. Where do I belong, really? In an early version of Sleeping Beauty, the heroine gives birth to twins in her sleep. For me,Continue reading “Coming Home to Myself”

Doggie day-care

Animal Humane is the place where I found Wayne. Wayne goes there to work sometimes. Some days he takes me along. I get to meet other dogs who go to work with their people, and I know he’ll take me home again when he’s through. But at Animal Humane, they told Wayne about doggie day-care.Continue reading “Doggie day-care”