No Bed is Safe...

...With Sophie in the House.

My parents took this photo of Sophie about a onth ago, while she was doing one of her faorite things in the world--destroying de up beds!  I ean, what noral dog ould resist being a tornado through a bunh of fluffy, light pillows!  She will do this eery day and neer tire of it.  In fat, shell go bak to a bed that we just fied and hae fun all oer again.  We an always tell what shes been doing by her happy sounding itory lap gallop through the house....

One tie, she ae out of one of y brothers roos with his boers around her nek.  I dont know what is ore disgusting... that he had his dirty boers on his bed, presuably up by his pillows sine thats where she rolls, or that she was wearing his dirty boers....

Did you try reading that?  FYI, that is how my laptop is functioning right now.  Fun, huh.  I just have to order a new keyboard and the tech support at my school will fix it for free.  Hopefully by next week, I’ll appear literate again.  So, here’s the above, filled in with painstakingly sought, copied, and pasted letters from a random document:

My parents took this photo of Sophie about a month ago, while she was doing one of her favorite things in the world--destroying made up beds!  I mean, what normal dog could resist being a tornado through a bunch of fluffy, light pillows!?  She will do this every day and never tire of it.  In fact, she’ll go back to a bed that we just fixed and have fun all over again.  We can always tell what she’s been doing by her happy sounding victory lap gallop through the house....

One time, she came out of one of my brothers rooms with his boxers around her neck.  I don’t know what is more disgusting, that he had his dirty boxers on his bed, presumably up by his pillows, since that’s where she rolls, or that she was wearing his dirty boxers....