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ABOUT US:
We are the Scruffy Sisters—Profit and Rory. Our dad, Lars, rescued us four years ago and took us home to his ranch. We had been found on the street, and it was a relief to get away from the busy, noisy shelter and out into the country. Dad was a little worried that we might not want to become country bumpkins, but we like it just fine.
We live here year-round with Grandma Elisabeth, but Dad—who is a marketing professor at USC in Los Angeles—comes home only on weekends and during school vacations. It is always wonderful when he comes back, but sad when he leaves. We hope he retires soon, but he says something about having to make money for snacks. Still, there has to be another way of dealing with that.
Our aunt Pernille, her husband, Morten, and their sons, Mathias and Thomas, live here too, but in a different house. They have a huge dog named Feather.
She gets to roam free, whereas we are penned up. That is hardly fair. Just because we have no respect for cars, like to chase squirrels, rabbits, and deer as far as they will run, and don’t come when we are called does not mean we can’t take care of ourselves.
What makes us experts on photography? We taught Grandma Elisabeth everything she knows. She says that isn’t true, but that does not mean you have to believe her. Anyone can see from her pictures that she has had exceptional teachers.
Furthermore, if it weren’t for us, she would still be lugging her heavy, fancy camera around rather than simply reaching into her pocket for her iPhone 17 Pro Max. That has really changed her life. Using only her iPhone, she had 17 winning photographs in the professional category at the 2026 Mid-State Fair. She really should use the prize money to buy more snacks—and perhaps a couple more dog beds.
Just in case you are wondering, Profit is the little black whirlwind in front. I, Rory, am the larger, lighter-colored—and more beautiful—sister behind her.
I'm Profit. Just because I prefer to stick strictly to my beauty sleep routines does not mean I don't have a need for speed. Grandma calls me a princess on the pea. I don't think it is fair teasing me just because I am sensitive.
I am very agile--light as a feather flying through the wind. Granma insists that if I was willing to follow orders, I could win every agility competition. But who really cares about ribbons if it means giving up autonomy.
I usually let Rory do the talking. Not because she knows better. She definitly doesn't. But, not only does it save me the trouble, but it also prevents her from stepping all over me in her haste to get attention. It also gives me a chance to evaluate people before I interact.
I'm Rory--the more easy going and impetuous one. I go with the flow and am no more a stickler for rules than Profit. But I don't let lack of flexibility worry me. I just make my own dictates. I, too, like to sleep. But it doesn't care about special times.
I like people, and they like me. I am agile, too, but not compared to Profit. Dad says that if I lost a couple of pounds, I might be. But I know he is just joking.
