<div><font size="6">With all the sadness as of late on the DD - I thought I would relay one of the funny/odd/strange/insane all of the above Sophie stories..... </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">Sophie background ~ all her life Sophie has been a total puppet master at pushing mommas buttons.</font></div>
<div><font size="6">Never - ever - doing the expected. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">One day I found an online coupon for a 10.00 dollar photo shoot at JC Pennys. The 10 bucks covered the sitting and one 8x10 color photo ~ such a deal!!!!</font></div>
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<div><font size="6">I called them up to make sure it was ok to bring an animal to be photographed, as some places don't allow animals. They cautiously asked what the animal was - and when I told them it was an 11 week old basset hound - I could hear the delight in their voice. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">Dadperson gets home and I give him the news "I'm taking Sophie in to be professionally photographed - as I can not seem to capture her beauty - I am going to professionals". </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">Dadperson has known me for many years, and knows better than to try to talk me out of anything - but did simply ask "do you think she is just going to sit and be photographed?" Of course! I will bring her favorite toy the one she is enthralled with - no problem. Well alrighty then.....</font></div>
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<div><font size="6">The day of the shoot comes - and she is so small I walk her in inside a cat carrier (oh the humanity).....</font></div>
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<div><font size="6">When her time arrives - I get the toy ready, and open the carrier door, expecting her to walk out. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">But she doesn't walk out - she SHOOTS out like a TORPEDO.</font></div>
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<div><font size="6">I'm sitting on the rug, and not so young and fast any more - and by now she's well into the middle of the store - with myself, and two blessedly young and fast girls that run the photo studio in chase. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">I was praying she didn't hit one of the electric doors, and escape to the outside; or I would have never gotten her. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">After what seemed like forever - one of the young ladies grabbed her. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">It must have been a sight - three women chasing that slippery hound threw the store - the old fat one waiving a blue fish.</font></div>
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<div><font size="6">And of course at this point she is wound up tighter than a monkey on cocaine - no sitting and looking like an adorable angel - so I told them "just start shooting - I'm not leaving without photos" - which means I am now also in the photos - ugly shirt ~ sweating with a red face ~ and hardly any make up ~ but I got pix. </font></div>
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<div><font size="6">The moral of the story - sometimes men are actually right about something - and if you are going to be near photo equipment have some makeup with you. </font></div>
<div><font size="6">And oh yeah - never trust an 11 week old basset hound. </font> </div>
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