One of Mama Kat’s writing prompts this week was about dog thoughts. I’ve always wondered what was going on in Schmoopy’s mind. This dog has been pouting since the day we brought her home, but has never had good reason to do so. I’ve often joked about hiring a pet psychic.
While her sister’s gaze was always keen and focused, Sophie’s was always a bit more dazed and confuzzled looking. Like she knew she should be looking at us or a specific object, but she wasn’t sure why (Unless, of course, there’s food involved. Her focus sharpens considerably for that). So I present the following:
Seven Things Schmoopy Thought About Today