Lest We Forget The Leaves

I know I talk about Maggie a lot, but she is one third of our family, after all. Just like any "kid" she is a big problem sometimes.

In the winter she is a joy to watch. She runs and jumps, and burrows with her nose in the snow. She shakes the snow off and then goes for more. We have to watch her carefully so she doesn't freeze her little pads.

What really gets us is when she sits and stares at us. She doesn't talk "human" and we don't speak "dog." So we have to take her outside just like a little person that says he has to go potty just because he thinks it's fun to be whisked away to the bathroom with mama.

Maggie has a tiny little cry if we don't take her out right away.

Stage Right this morning. Fran took her out this morning and she just wanted to play. Three hours later she did the staring thing. I took her outside. She investigated the melting snow, the ice, did about five half squats just to get me excited that she really was going to go.

Oh, and lest not forget the flipping and investigating the dry leaves that she may or maynot have investigated before, either this year or last year. Once again she is sitting on top of the couch looking out "her" window thinking of a way to get me to take her outside. Hmm