Maggie

I have the best dog ever. No really. She's great. She may not have the best manners...and she may not listen all the time, but she's better than anything I could have hoped for. As far as love goes, I love her. Almost like I would a child.

I got her late on a Friday night. I actually first saw her a few days prior, outside of Wal-Mart. Go figure. My sister begged me to take her to look at her. I told her no. If I looked at her, I'd fall in love with her and I'd have to have her. One look at this little puppy in a cage, and I was done for. I asked them if they could hold her until Friday, and they did. My mom was kind of pissed when I told her I bought a dog. I promised her she'd fall in love with her as soon as she saw her. I carried her in the house, and my mom loved her as soon as she held her.

Its been two and a half years, and I still love her like I did that day. Maybe more so. I've never known a love like this. Its odd. People who don't like animals don't get it. People that do, understand it completely. She knows when I'm getting ready to leave for work, and she's waiting at the window for me to come home every night. She always seems so excited when I walk through the door. Her whole back end wags. Her tail is docked, so her entire back end has to compensate for lack of tail.

She's been sleeping in my bed since about the third night she was here. She's a bed hog, and she snores, but she keeps me warm and it's nice knowing that someone loves me enough to sleep with me. She twitches, and she has her puppy dreams. I've recently realized that she sucks her tongue. She makes this clicking sound, and it sounds like she's sucking something. Definitely adorable.

I'm so glad she's here, and I'm so glad she's mine.