Why I Love my Dog

When Tom and I got married in 2002, he asked me if I would like to get a dog. My answer was, "I don't think I'm a dog person," and then we went straight out and got a dog. I was wrong about not being a dog person. Even though I know the time is coming and sooner than I would like, I can't imagine life without Maggie Mae.

Over the last thirteen years, I've tried to list all of the reasons why I love my dog so much, but the list is so long, I lose track somewhere in the middle. Here are just a few reasons. I'm sure I'll think of more later.

Maggie is always happy. She loves me unconditionally and she is thrilled to see me when I return home...even if I've only been gone five minutes.

"You're back! You're back! I'm so happy you're back! 

I've missed you so much."

She listens attentively to everything I say.

'Yes...yes...go on. I'm listening."

"Still listening...but are you ever going to

mention 'eat' or 'ball' or 'outside' or
'squirrel'?" I like those words."

Maggie Mae is the smartest dog I have ever known. She understands complete sentences like, "Do you want something to eat?"

and "Wanna play with your ball?"

and "Wanna go outside? Maybe there's squirrels out there."

Maggie is so smart that she can even read words. 

...and tell time.

She's a devoted companion and wants to go with me everywhere I go.

She always wants to be with me; she follows me from room to room.

She just loves being with me.

She protects me from perceived danger.

She comforts me when I'm sick.

I love her cute little butt and her soft belly.

Just in case this pix goes viral on the Internet

I have blurred out Maggie Mae's face.

Love, love, love that belly.

And I love that she never asks for money or keys to the car.

Nope! This would never happen

if you owned a dog. 

If you don't have a dog, you don't know what unconditional love is...from a dog's perspective.