Meet the Family: Sophie

A few months after Mike and I moved in together, we got an 8 week old maltipoo named Sophie. She quickly became the love of our lives. Before I found a job in Orlando, my days consisted of Sophie, Sophie, and more Sophie. I would brush her every morning, put her in a cute little shirt, pop her in my bag, and take her everywhere with me. With a puppy like this, how could you not?

Sophie's first day at home, she was a little scared, can you tell?

Oddly enough, it took her a few days to warm up to the carpet, she was terrified of it at first!

Sophie playing hide and seek, she's obviously not the brains of the family...

Of course, once she got bigger, tagging along with me was no longer possible. Not to mention, Sophie really loves new people, so eventually she just got so excited seeing all those new faces that she'd try to hightail it out of my bag. Not good.

Anywho, once I started working, I would feel so bad about having to leave her at home, I was constantly buying her new beds and toys and clothes (at one point she had more clothes than Mike, sad I know!) Oh... and for her first birthday, I made her a Sophie Cupcake. Obsessed much?



The Sophie Cupcake, she has a thing about sticking her tongue out.

Sophie's birthday bed, torn to shreds in approximately a week.

Notice how her haircut matches per pink poodle. I was inspired.

Now, I must admit, we're part of the group of obnoxious people who think that their dog is part human (but no, seriously, she is) and that it is also the cutest dog on the planet (but really, she is). We got Sophie from an animal rescue center, and I have to say, getting her was possibly the best decision we've ever made as a couple. Sophie has brought so much joy to our lives, she is endlessly entertaining, ridiculously needy (she seriously thinks she's a baby), and in difficult times, has been the glue holding our little family together. Yes, she is a dog, and yes, she is amazing.

I told you she thinks she's a baby! She sleeps like this often.

All dressed up, nowhere to go!

Yes, I carved a white Sophie pumpkin. I really do have a problem.

Do you, too, have an unhealthy obsession with your pet or do you think I'm psychotic? It's okay, I can handle it.

Up next: A cat named Meow.