trail girls

Sophie and I attended our first holiday party of the season last night. It's a gathering that I have been going to for over a decade....and my friend who hosts it every year is a 100% dog person with her own gentle giant of a canine, so Sophie gets to come along too. I enjoy going and catching up with friends, toasting the holidays...but it is a different scene than we are used to these days. Although Sophie was jovial and on her best border collie behavior, I could tell she was out of her element.



There are some dogs out there that are the prettiest things....that love being dressed up in bows and costumes; that were born to socialize from one person to the next for hours; that shudder at the thought of their paws deep in snow; that are charming and delicate and the life of the party. And there are other dogs who are not.....who wistfully glance out the nearest window; who hear the wind calling them; who ache to be outside and on the trails. I don't know how you end up being one way or the other....how much of it is born into your soul, how much of it you decide for yourself. But my Sophie is definitely a trail girl. And I realized now, when it comes right down to it.....so am I.