Sophie, my best friend and constant companion is miffed with me. Right now, she is hiding under my bed and won’t come out. Before you think I, we, are really odd you must understand that Sophie is my 20 month old cockapoo. Since my husband passed she is indeed my constant companion. My son in law calls her my “therapy dog”.

Anyway, the drama all started last night when I climbed into bed and realized that Sophie had a little “odeur de chien” going on. It’s been cold, wet and snowy of late and well . . . once a pup gets wet it is not the best smell in the world. Certainly not as bad as a cat’s litter box or Pepé Le Pew but a bit unpleasant all the same.

So, after breakfast this morning it was time for little miss Sophie to get a bath. I usually give this task to the groomer but one, her haircuts cost more than my cut and color and two, she didn’t need a full grooming. They always cut her short and it’s too cold for the little angel to get a short haircut.

I personally enjoy a leisurely bath but not Sophie. Ok, I’ll admit the utility tub in the basement is not the most luxurious spot, but the water was warm, special shampoo, nice fluffy towel. None of it suited her. She tried to climb up and out getting me almost as wet as her.

Once she was lovingly toweled dry, she took off like a little bat out of hell running all over the house. I’ve only caught her once all day to take her out. I hope she forgives me soon. I miss puppy cuddles.

At least she smells better.