You know how I always joke that Maggie is stupid? Thatâ€™s because sheâ€™s incredibly stupid. And I mean that in the nicest, most loving way possible.
But sometimes, I wonder if sheâ€™s actually secretly smart. Once, she attempted to jump on the couch 68 times (we counted); it seemed pretty stupid â€“ just give up! But then someone helped her onto the couch. Whoâ€™s stupid now? Yeah. Me.
Occasionally, I catch her just staring into space or at a wall. Part of me think sheâ€™s just stupidly blanking out, but another part wonders if she can actually see something that I canâ€™tâ€¦ like another dimension. Every few months, Iâ€™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. Iâ€™ve been up for hours.
Grilled banana sandwich makes it better. Especially when you drizzle caramel sauce on top.
Andâ€¦ Maggie is snoring happily in my lap. Whoâ€™s stupid now? Yup â€“ me again.