7 Years

Today marks my Maggie-girl's 7th birthday! She was born on 2/1/04 and I adopted her just 10 weeks later on Easter weekend in April 2004. She was just 4.9 pounds and a ball of naughty energy! She tested every single last ounce of my patience for about 3 years, but I loved her to pieces, so it didn't matter.

In those early days, she chewed through cords, ate woodwork, went potty in her crate (and everywhere else), pooped in my shoe (I discovered this when I put my bare foot into the shoe.....with a toe ring on), ate post-its, ate matchbooks, dug in the dirt in plants, chewed on my glasses, destroyed every single toy she was given and the list goes on and on. Really, how much damage could a tiny little dog do??? Oh, she was on a mission to show me.

Here is the evidence that she ate a pack of gum while I was in the shower (and the pack of gum was in a zipped up purse!)....

Here we are in Toledo with the Wienermobile!

But on the flip side, she has been my friend, my rock, my companion, my travel buddy, my comfort and the only thing that was consistent in my life at times. Maggie was just 10 months old when my ex left and I moved the two of us up to Toledo to start a new life. She was also the ONLY familiar non-new thing when I moved to Texas (new state, new job, new house, new friends, etc.). Wow - what a blessing she was to come home to every day!

And now that we welcomed Owen into our little family, she has really stepped up and been a great 'big sister' to him and taught him how we do things. She is 'the mature one' - never thought I would say that! HA!

At any rate, today I wish my sweet Maggie a very happy birthday - and MANY more!