What can you say about a 65 pound black Lab who thinks she’s a lap dog?
Maggie was never a dog to play fetch. She liked to chase what you threw, but she’d rather tease and play tug-o-war than give it up to go chase it again.She loved to play with her blanket, tugging it off “her” big red chair and wrestling with it. She wasn’t too excited about playing with her blonde buddy, Mindy – she preferred people. She would nudge you with a wet nose, tease you until you grabbed (or stood on) the other end, and then play tug-o-war.
Maggie would “talk” to Mom when she wasn’t getting enough attention, and our phone calls were often punctuated by a crescendo-ing aarrooooaahh. She loved to chase wild turkeys and lay on the blistering asphalt driveway, even when there was cool dirt and grass in the garden. She loved car rides, drinking water from every conceivable vessel, and licking the dinner plates before they went into the dishwasher.
Thanks to a service tech who left both gates open, Mom’s freedom-loving Maggie got out and was killed by a car last week.
We know you’re romping in doggie-heaven now, Maggie, but we’ll surely miss you here!
(PS: for those who know Mom, please don’t call her to talk about Maggie. You know she hates crying in front of people and she doesn’t like to talk about what she can’t change. She still likes to chat about other things, though.)