Today, Miss Maggie is three years old.



She's a sweet dog. She's claimed the recliner in the living room as her own and usually sleeps in it overnight. She's learned not to bark uncontrollably at the dogs we pass when going for a ride in the car. Maggie generally listens to me much better than she did prior to the obedience class we took not long ago. She even remembers how to "heel." (Kinda.)

My baby's all grown up. [sniff]

Today, Maggie and Pearl stayed home by themselves all day. I didn't make a lunchtime visit to check on them. Happily, they were very well-behaved; nothing had been eaten, pulled down, burst through, or covered in muddy footprints. Good dogs.

Grandma sent presents. Treats and a soccer ball with a rope running through it. I'd seen this toy before and thought the dogs would like it, and they certainly do.



These dogs make me happy.