"You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried..."

Okay – so I know throughout the life of this blog, you’ve seen a few furry friends come and go:

First, there was Toby – a Jack Russell mix who held my heart in his little paws. For those of you who don’t know, he’s been missing since October. A friend of mine went to pick him up from the boarder’s house for me while I was at work and he ran away, never to be seen again – despite our best efforts with posters, radio announcements and door-to-door inquiries. I still miss the little fella.

Then there was Ollie – the little orange kitten that someone dumped behind the building at work. I took him in for awhile. Then a man I know said his daughter’s cat had passed away and they were looking for a new kitten. Ollie now lives the life of a farm cat, chasing mice and such. Which is perfectly fine by me. I’ve never been much of a cat person…but took him in because I couldn’t stand the thought of him being homeless.

Then there was Maverick – the lovable German Wirehair Pointer I took in and got healthy. When I got him, he had gashes on his neck and had to undergo heartworm treatment. Unfortunately, at three and a half years old, the indoor training wasn’t going so well. In fact, it didn’t seem to be going AT ALL. I came home to a mess every single day for six months. And not just bathroom mess – which is bad enough. No, it was more of a “looks like my house was broken into and robbed” sort of mess. He destroyed EVERYTHING. Books would be shredded. Garbage cans scattered and plundered. Anything I was foolish enough to leave on the kitchen counter would be consumed. Crumbs everywhere. A friend of mine who lives in the country said he’d take him, so Maverick now has a huge yard to run and play in (with other dogs). And the great thing is I still get to see him any time I want.

However… that left my house empty and pet-free for the first time in years. I didn’t really know how to cope.

So…………meet Maggie Mae:



Maggie is a six month old Chocolate Lab/American Bulldog mix. Her owners had two other (much smaller) dogs, and wanted to find a good home for her. So, of course, I scooped her right up and brought her to my house.

And ya know? She’s kind of perfect. I’m in complete shock, actually. She’s not had a single accident inside. Hasn’t chewed up the first shoe, or anything else for that matter. She’s calm, well-behaved, sweet and really good-natured. I can’t imagine anyone getting rid of her.

We spent the day at the lake yesterday, fishing with some friends of mine and enjoying the nice weather. I see many, many more days like that in our near (and hopefully very distant) future. She’s already stolen my heart.