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Monday Memories: Did I ever tell you About Sophie and Her Cheerio Addiction? LLB wanted me to share a little story about Sophie. Sophie was our yellow labrador that we had when the children were babies. She died a few years ago, but her antics remain treasured memories around here. LLB thought that since we now have Zeb (see yesterday's post), we should share a dog story. Sophie loved the children. I think she only loved them because the were a constant source of treats. Her girth could attest to their sloppiness, but her vaccuum like tongue kept my kitchen floor free of debris for quite a long time. Sophie's favorite game was to suck cheerios out of the children's hands without their knowledge. #1 Son caught on to her game pretty quickly and immediately stuffed his cheerios into his mouth - he didn't carry them around in his fist. LLB, on the other hand, just didn't seem to get it. Sophie would walk up behind her and with the finesse of the best pickpocket, she would suck those cheerios out of LLB's hand with out her knowledge. When LLB was ready to stuff her cheerios in her mouth, she was always confused as to where they went. It got to be a game with Sophie. It was not as fun for LLB - but it sure was funny for me! Mr. Bug and I would snicker and giggle as Sophie sucked the cheerios out of her hands. We got so we were cheering the dog on - silently, of course! Once in a while Sophie got caught, but LLB had such a big heart, she would simply give the cheerios to Sophie. It was sweet, but Sophie liked the challenge. One day, after munching cheerios for most of the day, Sophie found the bowl - the "mother load", you might say. She scarfed every last one in a matter of seconds. She slurped up the few she dropped. And then it happened. She actually felt the cheerios rumbling around in her belly. She laid down and moaned. I could see it in her eyes. She had finally overdosed! That would be the last cheerio she ever ate. I was a bit sad about that. She kept my floors free and clear of cheerios. I never had a crushed cheerio in my carpet, either. Those days were gone. I could tell just by the way she had moaned. It was the broom and dust buster for me. Until the day she died, Sophie never ever ate another cheerio. If she found one on the floor, she'd leave it. She'd actually look at me with those eyes and say, "Mom, I just can't eat that, okay?" I totally understood. LadyBug Click here for the Monday Memories Code, Blogroll, Graphics, & Other Information View More Monday Memories Participants Trackbacks, pings, and comment links are accepted and encouraged!