Meet Maggie

This is Maggie. Maggie is a curious little puppy. She is nine weeks old today. I am keeping her for six weeks or so for B.



She likes to chase tennis balls and flip-flopped feet. She also likes to stick her nose in the fridge, chew on my living room rug, make her toy duck squeak repeatedly, and wake up at 4:30am. Within a week, she has grown enough to bound up three flights of stairs (but she still can't go down them). She isn't quite big enough to jump up onto the couch, but she is trying so hard. I've found that a carrot stick keeps her busy just long enough for me to fix my dinner. I've also found that she doesn't like the neighbor guy's bulldog. She can fetch pretty well, but doesn't really know her name yet.

She loved Gatlinburg, mainly because of the cabin's hardwood floors and how they made her feet slide around when she ran. She explored her little heart out in the great outdoors. She made friends with Dad pretty quickly.

Maggie will know all sorts of tricks by the time B gets her back. First, she has to learn not to bite humans.