It has been too long since I took time to update my little spot on the net. Over a year has passed since my last entry. I must do better.
This past year we picked up two new residents at our house. Jeff moved back in with us and he brought his dog with him, of course. It was late winter and Fran determined that it was too cold for Maggie, the dog, to sleep outside in her house. By the way, Maggie’s house is a 5 x 7 monstrosity in the back yard. Now, several months later, Maggie has spent only a hand full of nights outside the house since coming to live with us. It was too cold at first, then too hot and now it is too cold again. Maggie is some kind of spoiled at this point. If we are at home, she believes that we should all be able to see each other at all times.
It is truly the most amazing relationship, Fran and the dog, her dog. Maggie was Jeff’s dog originally, but I think she is more loyal to Fran now than Jeff. Fran says, “She is not a dog. She is my little buddy.” This is from a woman that used to be deathly afraid of dogs.
Maggie is a seventy plus pound lap dog. She believes that Fran and I only exist to pet and play with her. If she didn’t shed, she would be just about perfect. She has learned to ring the bell on the back door when she wants to go outside. She doesn’t talk back. You don’t expect her to pick up after herself, so you aren’t disappointed. She is always glad to see you. What more could you ask for?
This past year we picked up two new residents at our house. Jeff moved back in with us and he brought his dog with him, of course. It was late winter and Fran determined that it was too cold for Maggie, the dog, to sleep outside in her house. By the way, Maggie’s house is a 5 x 7 monstrosity in the back yard. Now, several months later, Maggie has spent only a hand full of nights outside the house since coming to live with us. It was too cold at first, then too hot and now it is too cold again. Maggie is some kind of spoiled at this point. If we are at home, she believes that we should all be able to see each other at all times.
It is truly the most amazing relationship, Fran and the dog, her dog. Maggie was Jeff’s dog originally, but I think she is more loyal to Fran now than Jeff. Fran says, “She is not a dog. She is my little buddy.” This is from a woman that used to be deathly afraid of dogs.
Maggie is a seventy plus pound lap dog. She believes that Fran and I only exist to pet and play with her. If she didn’t shed, she would be just about perfect. She has learned to ring the bell on the back door when she wants to go outside. She doesn’t talk back. You don’t expect her to pick up after herself, so you aren’t disappointed. She is always glad to see you. What more could you ask for?
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