I took this photo of Sophie this morning about an hour after opening an anniversary gift and placing the bow around her neck. Rather than try to take it off, she just started vogue-ing. This damn dog will do anything for [what Scott and I call] “cute points.” (This, we figure, is how our dogs gather we decide who to pet and when, as they always seem to be trying to out-cute each other – Sophie puts her chin on those fat white paws? Madders puts her chin on your knee and sweeps that fickle feather tail.) Well, this morning, Sophie won, but only because Madden had just helped herself to a bag full of dinner rolls and was on the shitlist.