Dog here. In case you don’t know me, I am Sophie. I am the dog. Mom has not let me write in our blogs since the fire. I wrote all of our stories on Polyvore. People liked my stories. I like to write. I don’t like fire.
Mom posted my Polyvore chicken-leg stories in “I Want a Chicken Leg”. Did she ask me? No. I want to write. I don’t want her to write for me. Just because on the internet no one knows you are a dog does not mean that dogs cannot write. I am a dog. I am a good dog. I am a story-telling dog. Let me tell you a story. Will you give me a chicken leg if you like my story? Do you have any left-over turkey?
I will tell you a story. Mom used to let me have a computer. Now I have to sneak around to get one. Three computers of her computers died in the fire. She was pretty upset. I was upset. When she had 4 computers I could use one. She has three now so I can get online. She got a new big touch screen. Do you know if they work with paws? I tried to smell it and things jumped on the screen.
We have a new computer. Last week we got a big turkey. I like turkey. Tonight mom put a treat of turkey the top of her laptop and forgot. Not me. A computer AND turkey? I did not fuss. I watched that turkey-computer. I watched and watched. I politely waited for an hour. I tried my nicest “Mom, come play” noises. She smiled at me. I could not believe it. The turkey was just sitting right there. I said, “I can get it for you!” Mom smiled at me and said, “Good Dog.” I hate Good Dog. I like turkey. I want a computer. There is a turkey computer. It is for me.
Mom thought I was cute wiggling around. Dad got out his phone and made a video. No YouTube please. How embarrassing. Dogs who are on YouTube say it is awful. I was not being cute for YouTube. I wanted that turkey.
FINALLY she said to Dad, “Oh, my gosh, there is a turkey snack on my laptop over there.” Well DUH. I said it about 100 times. Dad got me the turkey. I got the computer.
I like turkey. I like computers. I don’t like fire. The fire ate my computers. The fire ate my beds. The fire ate my toys. The fire ate my house. I don’t like fire.
People just don’t understand the superior intellect of dogs. They think cats are smarter. They just don’t know we are wise too. All of my silly yap dog kin give us a bad reputation.
Building One Home 
Aw, now I really miss you Sophie! (and mom and dad too of course …)
Woof! I love you Craig. I would leap over your back if you were here to pet me. Mom and Dad say hi too but they would not leap over your back.
Good Morning Dog (Sophie),
This is Kate (human) and I want you to know that I have been a great fan of yours ever since I met your Mom on line. I looked forward to hearing from you when I would visit your Mom’s Polyvore site. I miss her beautiful sets, I miss your words of (dog) wisdom and I even told your Mom on many occasions to give you a Chicken Leg. Sophie, she is a wise Mom, she knows that Chicken Bones are not good for dogs, especially if they splinter and get stuck in the throat, so from now on I won’t ask her to give you a Chicken Leg, sorry !! Flips & Doggie Treats are much better for you and taste good too !! Sophie you are a “Good Dog”, a Wonderful Companion to your Mom and she relies on you to help her. That is a big responsibility for a dog, BUT, you are no ordinary dog, You are “her” Beautiful Sophie. No amount of computers or chicken legs can take your place !!
Hang in there sweet Sophie, soon you will have new home to explore and make your own. Sending you a cyber-Doggie Hug !!
Kate, (human) friend of your Mom’s !!
P.S. Give your Mom a big Sophie smile for me okay ??
Dear Miss Kate. Thank you for writing to me. I liked how nice you were to me on Polyvore. I liked the sets you made me. One day Mom and I will make some more sets. I know about the chicken legs. My cousin dog got one out of the trash. He went ackkkffrr ca chew. I looked at him and though, “uh huh. Saw that one coming.” I know not to get things out of the trash. I know I cannot have bones. One time we were out hiking in the mountains and I found a big old deer leg bone. I carried it with me. It was a great treasure. Mom saw it and made me take it and put it back. I was confused. The deer did not need it anymore. She told me that bones were not good for me. I love mom. I believe what she tells me. She loves me. I like chicken legs. Do you have a chicken leg for me? HA HA Just pulling your leg. Wags, Sophie