|If it says anything, here she is looking at G.|
And she's odd. She used to sleep on my clothes in college. She would push her way into my room, drag out clothing bit by bit when I was in classes and curl up on them. She no longer does this. Why? Because it's all about G. His clothes are what she slept on during his deployment. And what she's chosen since he came home seems to be his shoes.
She's been nearly crawling into his work boots. She gently undoes the laces a bit, and kind of curls up with them. Last night she chose his brown casual shoes and crawled on top of them. And tonight his slippers were most convenient and she's lying on top of them. Sophie may technically be "his" dog (though she prefers me), but Audrey chose her side long ago and I lost. I've accepted it like countless mothers before me. :)