Wednesday, January 7, 2009

our beginning - part 1

I've had a few requests to tell the story of the very beginning of mine and Sophie's journey, so I thought I would take the time to honor those requests. I will break it up into two posts. So first.....a little bit of background.....


first day home - 8 weeks old

I would like to blame the movie industry. Blame it for what, you may ask? I would like to blame it for, on more than one occasion in my life, being slapped in the face with reality's firm hand. Not necessarily in disappointment, although there have been a few cases where disappointment would be the right word. More often though it's just in surprise as I attempt to reconcile my notion of what I had believed something would be like with what it actually was like once it happened. Most of the time, my beliefs were firmly and sensibly grounded in the movies.


cozy with her teddy bear...8 weeks old

It started early in life...this belief that the way I saw it in the movies was an accurate portrayal of how events would and should play out in my own life. I saw Fame and was convinced that I would be attending a high school where students and educators alike would break in to spontaneous, yet perfectly choreographed, song and dance routines throughout the day. (That was one of the rare instances that did, in fact, end in disappointment as I was a big fan of spontaneous song and dance routines.) I saw Dirty Dancing four times in the theatre and begged my parents to take us to a summer resort with the notion that I too would find a misunderstood hunk of a dance teacher who would rescue me from a corner. And many a potential suitor was left in a cloud of inexplicable dust and confusion due to their inability to provide me a romance that was on par with every Meg Ryan movie ever made.


still a big fan of spontaneous song & dance

As I got older and, supposedly, wiser you would think that this sort of slapping reconciliation would happen less often. Not so. But I am okay with that. I still love chasing the ideals. Dreaming is where the possibilities lie....where the magic begins and what compels me to begin a journey. What has changed as I have gotten older is this: I now appreciate the imperfections that exist ONLY in the reality....in what the journey actually is. It's the imperfections that make it unique and personal and real. And this has never been more true than during my journey with Sophie.


12 weeks old

Stay tuned for the second half of "our beginning"...

16 comments:

Hilary said...

You tell an intriguing tale. Looking forward to part two. And that puppy face.. oh she's a heart-melter!

Mildred said...

What adorable photos. Look forward to your next post.

gigi said...

Look what a precious puppy she was! Okay, I've got my bowl of pop coren and now I'm ready for the next chapter...

Muddy Boot Dreams said...

She is sooooo gorgeous!

Jen

Joanne said...

I'm glad you still love chasing ideals, journeying to your dreams! I'll be back with a coffee to settle in for Part 2.

Tatersmama said...

Awwwww, she is so gorgeous... and I'm seriously looking forward to part 2!

Sherri said...

Beautifully written and thought provoking...and Sophie has always been a beautiful pup.

Katherine Aucoin said...

Shopie was such a cute pup she make my butter melt! Thanks for sharing shuch a lovely story, I am looking forward to the second part.

Kathy said...

What a great start to your love affair with Sophie. I am anxiously awaiting part 2.


Kathy

Neas Nuttiness said...

Oooooh - that sweet little puppy face.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Oh she is so little and so perfect! Far Guy was impressed with the Border Collies in Babe! I can't wait for part two:)

Jan said...

Sophie is adorable. And I love old Meg Ryan movies! Waiting for part 2.

Pam said...

I'm ready for part 2 too! Sophie-cutest puppy ever!

laurie said...

oh man. what a sweet puppy!!!

Barry said...

Sophie is beautiful, as is your writing!

Long live romance, what a dul world this would be without it!

Debby said...

Oh, what sweet puppy pictures. Our friends have an old border collie. Nell actually was a sheep dog for most of her life, but her owners sold the farm and moved in town. These days, Nell is a soccer ball dog. Odd thing? She is a very old dog, but tears around like a very young dog. I've never seen a dog with so much energy in my life.