things i learned about sophie today:
likes
pistol (ryan's girlfriend alicia's pup)
heath bars
dislikes
swedish fish
bees
ry, alicia, and i went to the a's game today (more sun on my already crispy post-picnic day skin). i took sophie to hayward to hang out with pistol while we were out, hoping a bit of canine companionship would keep her from crying all day. it worked! the a's lost, but it worked! while there, sophie helped herself to some snacks, carefully selecting a few mini heath bars from the candy bowl on the counter (why not just dump the whole bowl?), and a bag of swedish fish. we came home to empty heath bar wrappers strewn across the living room, and soggy swedish fish sticking to the carpet. shoot. pistol looked guilty, but there's no way she could have possibly done this. sophie expressed not an ounce of guilt. brat!
on an empty bart train coming home from hayward, a bee showed up out of nowhere, possibly crawled out of my purse. sophie was asleep, but the fluttering wings broke her slumber. she looked, did a double take, and then freaked out. she jumped in the air (i caught her), she was shaking like a leaf, she kept trying to get behind me, or just bury her face in the crack between my arm and body. but then she needed to see the monster, so she'd whip her face out really fast to see if it was still there, then bury it again. the bee was hurt, not interested in us, it sort of floated to another seat, but she didn't relax, her eyes were bulging, her body still shaking. i picked her up and we walked to the other side of the train car. guess she's been stung before.
behavior update:
she's still crying when she's home alone, and still barking at other dogs on the street. we're still working on it. she's signed up for obedience classes starting in may.