Kind of like Where’s Waldo?…
Maggie has two modes: sleeping or Velcro. As in, she’s either off in a corner, snoozing loudly… or she’s Velcroed to my leg. This morning, I figured she had to be sleeping because I couldn’t find her for her walk. “Where’s Margaret?” I called. “Margaret! Margaret!” Then, I spotted the dachshund-sized lump under the neatly(ish) made bed. Do you see her?
There she is!
To be a beloved dog… it’s a good life.
Two eggs and melted cheese on an Udi’s bagel. With an apple… which I shared with Maggie once I got her puppy butt out of bed.
Oh, I’m so happy to hear that so many of you are joining me on my no-celebrity gossip challenge. I may need the emotional support when I go through PerezHilton.com withdrawals.
Have a very wonderful day!