Sophie was one of the three dogs who lived under my desk. She was a nervous wreck. When it stormed I would get shaken awake because she would lean against my bed she shook so much it moved the entire thing. So, I would sit up with her and hold her until the storm passed and she could relax. She was an outside dog until a really bad storm hit and she escaped the fenced in area, we had no idea how much it bothered her at the time. We searched for weeks and finally gave up. A lot of months later my step daughter Amanda was a couple of miles up the road talking to a friend who mentioned a dog with one white eye in the woods. Amanda came home got my wife went looking. As soon as they called for Sophie and she came out of the woods and rolled on her back for a belly rub. It was probably her "nerves" that kept her alive, and only when she heard a familiar voice did she respond.
She had the silkiest fur and would bark when she ate, she never made a sound otherwise unless she wanted to come back in the house. She would turn down her favorite treat until she got petted first. She was never a problem, slightly bonkers and we all loved her. R.I.P. Ole Girl.....We will miss you.
