Notice my Sophie Blue roll-around.
A few weeks after Mom died Sophie showed up at the door. She made herself comfortable but Sandy, Mom's dog, was still with me and after a few days Sophie disappeared.
Six weeks later I was summoned to the door and there she was, obviously pregnant and not all that happy about it. Sandy had since gone to live with the young couple who shared the house with Mom and after attending to the immediate issue, Sophie settled in for the duration...19 years as it turned out.
She had a liking for deep blue. I had a sixties kitchen chair with steel legs and deep blue vinyl on the seat and back. Sophie plucked the hell out of the back and never touched anything else. Well, except my cap-toe J & Ms (Johnston & Murphy) which she gave just enough to keep me humble but not so as to embarrass.
Mr. Nose...in all his majesty.
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