Happy Eighth Birthday, Sophie the Pit Bull

Filed Under: Life

It’s times like these when I wish I could poof Sophie into an eleven year old girl for fifteen minutes so I could thoroughly mortify her with this picture.

Instead, I’ll have to settle with giggling at my cleverness and petting the old ass dog.

Happy birthday, Sophie. I’m glad you’re not dead.


  1. It’s a fortunate thing, I think, that those animals we keep as pets (dogs, cats, etc.) don’t have ‘self recognition’. Because there are times when they might die of embarrassment.

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