Empty Nest

Well, we are 3 days into having our house for sale and the worst part by a mile is dealing with Sophie during showings. We can't leave her home because she's one of the few dogs that have a panic attack in a crate. The last 200 times we tried to leave her in one, she ended up dancing in her own poo. That's the kind of thing you probably won't see on House Hunters.  We can't put her in the neighbor's yard because she will undoubtedly lose her dog mind when she sees strangers in her own backyard. This will set off a chain of jumping and barking that would make any potential buyer concerned they were buying the house next to a dog of unsound mind. Seriously, when Sophie gets on a roll, she's the canine embodiment of Fran Drescher's laugh.  And considering it would be cheaper to rent Sophie her own apartment than it is to board her at the kennel for every showing, our only option is to take her with us each time...and naturally, she shakes, shivers, and yelps the entire time she's in the car or around any life form outside our immediate family.


Here we are getting ice cream where despite a long leash and ample walking sidewalk, Sophie won't move anywhere but on my lap...