When he first started traveling, every evening, at about 7:00 she would lay next to the front door. I tried to tell her he wasn't coming home but it took a couple months for it to set in.
That's one of those things I don't quit understand...I feed her, walk her, make sure she has her check ups but she still loves him more. I guess he is the happy one, and it takes a lot to make him mad, and he is always ready for fun. Not to mention that his disciplinarian skills are sub par.
On most days, this is what I come home to...
A lot of this look is the Hound in her but how pitiful?!
I showed Maggie where Jenny and I used to live...
many great memories at Grandby Crossing!!
Stopping for a quick drink.
She wanted so badly to play with the children in the water.
Boring 'ole Mom didn't let her.
My brother recently gave me some photography tips so I took this opportunity to try out my new skills. I love the way this one of the Gervis Street Bridge turned out!
Maggie can't talk but she is a great listener. She can't laugh but I know when she is happy. She can't give hugs but she knows exactly what to do when I need one! What if we wouldn't have taken in that flea infested, bag of bones we found in Beaufort 4 years ago? I don't know what I would do without my faithful companion.
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