One year ago, I prayed for a companion to keep me company while the girls are with their father as I had a difficult time adjusting to being without them. I scoured the Clist ads for weeks waiting for someone to post a free dog since I didn’t have the money to pay an adoption fee of $200 and set up a household for a dog simultaneously.
Then one day, I saw this ad for a Boston Terrier named Sophie online. I immediately contacted the owner about Sophie and picked her up that day. When she saw me, she vomited on the ground but the lady never mentioned anything about her megaesophagus.
I lifted her into my arms and her muscular body felt like that of a hefty little piglet. As I drove her home, she looked unsure and afraid. Sophie was not happy to see we had no furniture yet and looked depressed but somewhat relieved that we did have an airbed!
She had a terrible odor about her that washing wouldn’t remove. She was balding on her rear end and on her belly and flanks and her tail was the most pitifully ugly creation of God that I have ever seen in my life! Her tail bends downward, crooks, and looks as though the fur has been permanently scraped from her tail in several places. When she wiggles her ugly little tail on her balding rump-it is quite a show!
Later, the owner called to check up on Sophie and I learned of her megaesophagus (records and many regurgitations since her arrival) and that she had been hit by a car after running away from home-her shoulder had been broken. Her first owners starved her because they didn’t want her to vomit all the time.
Sophie’s had a rough life in two prior homes, but now that she is with me-I hope her life is blissful and happy.
In the beginning, she tiptoed around us gingerly on the bed when crossing and now she just steps on us on the way to hogging up our pillows!
She does doggy yoga several times a day and moans as she stretches.
She sighs deeply with dramatic fanfare when I ignore her for too long.
She pukes at all the wrong times, but we just wipe it up and go about the day.
She gets dandruff and leaves allergens all over my bed linens-requiring frequent laundering.
She will starve herself and twitch and shake all over from low blood sugar until you feed her food she deems acceptable on that particular day.
When she sees anything that toddles or wears a diaper-she turns back to look at me as if she’s saying, “Oh, please don’t let that pet me or get near me!”
She’s the best dog I’ve ever had and truly a best friend.
Here’s to one year with Sophie-now 6 years young! May she be blessed with many happy years with us!