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 Sophie's Morning Nap
From time to time, I would drive over the hill to meet with a dear friend. Sophie, who was no bigger than a few inches tall and just slightly longer, would come charging out of the apartment and run down the hall as if she were a Hound of the Baskervilles! She would stop in front of me, all wiggles and wags, to welcome me and then charge back to the apartment equally as fast. It was amazing how fast her little legs could go!
As my friend and I would begin to chat, Sophie would curl up on a soft, fuzzy, palatial bed. Comforted by our conversation, she would settle in for a morning nap. Occasionally, the very tip of her tail would wiggle if she heard her name. This was my view of her from my chair.
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