Lake dog! Maggie helped Jack catch a fish today. And by helped, I mean jumped in the lake when he cast his lures, so really, it’s a miracle he caught anything at all.

Little miss had quite the day. She has a freshly laundered bed and is about ready to call it a night. By the end of the afternoon she was almost back to normal. Sleep tight, little Mags.

Maggie in recovery.

She’s been given fluids, a shot for nausea and some meds for her tummy. Seems to be a bit better this afternoon. Thanks for all the nice words.

A very sick Maggie kept me up all night last night. Headed to the vet to see what’s wrong.

Day 11: Makes me happy

Maggie is the best. Even when she’s being rotten to the core and wreaking havoc on the apartment she can make me smile. I ended up with the best dang dog in the whole world.

Maggie is trying to help me do my work this afternoon. This is a great example of why working from the couch is not successful. But she sure is cuddly.

I’ve had some requests (Hey, Kathy!) to make the Mag-Dog more prominent on this little blog. So, here she is looking pensive.

Maggie has excellent wrapping skills for a dog.

Maggie isn’t taking well to bring spayed. Not only does she have to have a cone of shame, but now she has socks and sedatives to go along with it. She’s miserable and making me feel super guilty.