Sophia loves food. Sophia loves me. And unfortunately, Sophia loves MY food. It seems I am unable to eat anything without her crawling over to investigate and demand some for herself.
The other night when we went out to dinner, I was trying to feed her cheese, and ended up giving her a small slice of strawberry as well. Once she got a taste of that strawberry, she wasn't eating any more cheese. I'd try to pop a piece of cheese in her mouth, and she would immediately spit it out and scream loudly until I stuffed more strawberries in her little cheeks. I have to hand it to her - Sophia knows what she wants!
Today I walked in the door after running to Walgreens. I came home with a pint of ice cream, ripped off the top, and pulled out a spoon. I'd no sooner popped a sweet morsel of ice cream into my own mouth when I felt a small tug on my legs. I looked down, and sure enough - there was my chow hound. She'd pulled up on me, and had her mouth open and was looking at me expectantly - waiting for her own bite of ice cream . . . That's my girl - she knows the good stuff when she sees it!
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