Really, that part doesn’t matter all that much, or it doesn’t to me, anyway. No, what matters to me is OMG PUPPIES. I don’t think I have to tell you how I feel about fuzzy, adorable, lovable, perfect little critter angels, do I? I love animals so much, and when I get to tell you guys a wonderful story about a celebrity loving animals too, it just warms my heart it really does. And this story about Jennifer Aniston is no different.
“We were [at the shelter] for three hours. I was almost walking out with three puppies,” she told Jay Leno in a Friday appearance on The Tonight Show. “That’s why we named her Sophie, because it was [like] Sophie’s Choice. I was crying – it was so hard.”
The actress, who adopted the pit bull mix with boyfriend Justin Theroux, said a friend involved in animal rescue had her on speed dial when a litter of 10 puppies showed up at a shelter one Sunday.
“They were left in a box in front of a shelter – so heartbreaking,” Aniston said. “So we ran over.”
The adorable puppy made sure she stood out from the pack. “Sophie came right up to us,” said Aniston. “That was sort of a big indicator – they choose you.”
Oh my goodness, I feel Jennifer Aniston right here harder than I ever have before. Could you imagine, fellow animal lovers? Ten poor little homeless puppies that just need love? And you know if they’re pit bulls, they don’t really have much of a chance. When I was trying to figure out what to do with the adorable little pit bull puppy I had for a hot minute (I don’t know if I’ve told you guys the whole thing, but basically there was a puppy running free around my old neighborhood that belonged to a couple of little boys that never took care of him or fed him or, you know, cared about him at all. My roommate and I would take him back home, and he would always find his way back to our house. One night there was a really awful storm, and we just took him inside because he was scared, and he never really left until we found him a new home), all the local shelters told me that since he was a pit bull, he would pretty much be put down the minute he arrived. And that’s not even taking into consideration all the random rednecks who happened to hear about the puppy and wanted to know if he was a purebred and if his ears had been clipped and were obviously interested in dog fighting. It’s just really, really sad, and I don’t blame Jennifer at all for wanting to bring home three puppies. If I had Jennifer’s money and resources, I would be super tempted to bring home all ten of them, because PUPPIES.
Here’s the only picture I could find of Jennifer’s new dog, Sophie:
Sigh. Why can’t all stories involve precious dogs?