Ode to Maggie

My big, black, bullying baby girl.
My sweet girl, who sits on my feet, buries her nose into my side, and wallows against me like I am her favorite blankey.
My stubborn adolescent dog, who pretends she is deaf when I am hollering for her to stop running, digs holes in my garden, prefers parfume de la dead fish, and has a sweet tooth for goose poop.
Poor little sweetheart is sick today, and after a visit to the vet, I leave clinging to my girl's neck. She should be okay, but I am anxious for positive results on Monday, as I am very grateful for my little Maggie and the joy that she brings to my life.