Sop was Bern's daughter. She had a loving temperement just like her mum. She had a thing about ironing little creases in a peice of material with her teeth...she's sit there for ages ironing little pleats in what ever it was she was laying on...kept herself amused for ages doing that. I miss that about her so much...and her cuddles. Crossed over to join her mother at rainbow bridge at the tender age of 8yrs. I will always love you Sop...you were a massive part of our lives...and we miss hearing your little bark around the house.