To illustrate the seriously needy state of my poor memory, consider
that I have entrusted more than some of my mental energies to Sophie, my four-year-old
Belgian Malinois. While I love Sophie, I am not a doting dog owner who must
write in fawning terms about his beloved pet, for that’s not the kind of
relationship we have. It is much deeper than that, and it’s worth
mentioning because I spend more time
with Sophie than with almost any other being.
Sophie is a working dog who, when not taking a nap, thrives
on having something to do. For her, that something on her to-do list is me. I love
Sophie and I love that she loves being my helper. It’s the best of both worlds
for us; Sophie is a registered service dog who can go anywhere with me and, in
exchange, Sophie also gets to be with me.
A highly intelligent dog, Sophie is has both intuitive and
visceral qualities, which she only acts upon shrewdly. She and I communicate
well, as only a dog and person can. Think of Steinbeck’s Travels With Charlie for examples.
On one hand, Sophie she is a foil to my cerebral side,
listening tirelessly to me as I massage my memory by speaking of memories I
would likely be unable to make otherwise. And, of course, I rely heavily upon
her intuitive side as well. She can always tell if anything within me is out of
sync, usually by raising or lowering her ears. Just as I am sure to heed the
sound of Sophie’s bark, I am equally mindful of the motion of her ears, for
they almost always foretell of something within me I might not have recognized
yet.
It’s not a coincidence that Sophie – a dog – plays this important
role in my life, for her intuition is sufficient enough to serve us both, which
is the only way it can be for us to
work together so well.
Sophie may have a lot going on inside her head, but make no
mistake - she’s no pushover. She looks fierce and she has a mean bark that says
“Don’t push your luck; you’ve had your warning, now what’s it going to be?” She
is a visual deterrent to anyone - human or otherwise – who may have even the
slightest iota of wrongdoing in mind, and she is dead serious about her role as
protector of both Kami and me.
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