December, 2020
"I only had to tell her once that Crocs are not a chew toy..."
Having lost my much-loved Bernadette this past July (read more...), the ensuing months have been quiet around the RV. Too quiet. OK, way too quiet. So in order to liven things up a bit (OK, more than a bit), I'm pleased to say that a new member has joined our touring company.
Maggie is a one-year-old, 60 lb. lab mix (no one is quite sure what else is in the mix) who is relatively calm... most of the time. She's a happy smiley girl and she exudes personality, which is what first caught my attention. That and her mesmeric amber eyes. She has given me more laughs in our first two weeks together than I've had in months. A real ray of sunshine.
Maggie came from a hoarding situation and, given her age, was probably born into it. Luckily though, she found her way to a shelter in Brunswick, GA at the same time I was staying there. Though at times a bit timid, she loves people (because that's where the belly rubs come from) and drags me over to meet anyone in view. She's a sponge for affection and will roll onto her back in a New York second if there's any attention to be had. And if being cute and sweet-natured isn't enough, she's also very smart. I only had to tell her once that Crocs are not a chew toy and she hasn't gone near them since. Fingers crossed.
Given my current lifestyle, I've been forced to wonder whether adopting a puppy might be final proof of insanity.
But all of my dogs were at least three years old when adopted and most were lost at a far too early age. As a result, I was set on ensuring that the next one would be around for as long as possible.
So welcome home Maggie!