You know how I always joke that Maggie is stupid? That’s because she’s incredibly stupid. And I mean that in the nicest, most loving way possible.
But sometimes, I wonder if she’s actually secretly smart. Once, she attempted to jump on the couch 68 times (we counted); it seemed pretty stupid – just give up! But then someone helped her onto the couch. Who’s stupid now? Yeah. Me.
Occasionally, I catch her just staring into space or at a wall. Part of me think she’s just stupidly blanking out, but another part wonders if she can actually see something that I can’t… like another dimension. Every few months, I’ll wake up to find her sitting on top of the covers, just silently and intently staring into the darkness. Then I get totally freaked out because obviously my stupid-smart dog can see a ghost.
Last night was a ghost night. I’ve been up for hours.
Grilled banana sandwich makes it better. Especially when you drizzle caramel sauce on top.
And… Maggie is snoring happily in my lap. Who’s stupid now? Yup – me again.