I've pruned thru a few dog beds, but still have one in every room for Maggie. Like the kitchen:
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Where she's not using it. Fortunately, she doesn't get stuck on the slippery floor like Millie used to. See her right eye-dot raised? So cute. |
I was cleaning/rearranging/organizing my office when Maggie trotted in and planted herself:
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Right in the middle of it all! |
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Hullo. |
We interrupt this post for an obligatory photo of Maggie sleeping:
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Cuteness. |
Sometimes Maggie barks to go out, and then:
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And then plants herself with the door open. letting the fresh air in (Il fait frais!) and the warm air out. |
Outside by the ramp:
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*sniff* *sniff* |
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Basking in the winter sun. |
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Coming back in. Or not. Sometimes she barks and then sits down. |
This week she was in the office with me and stood up and barked. I said, "Out?" Her ears prick up and her brow furrows, like they do, and she heads out the door . . . into the bedroom where she barks up at Tabby, who is curled up on my bed. Tabby stands up, makes a trilling noise and leaps down. And they both go outside. If Tabby is outside, I don't always hear that she wants to come in, but Maggie does. She stands in the kitchen barking toward the front door. "Out?" I say. And she stands there. Then I hear Tabby scratching on the door and I go let her in. It took a while before I noticed--but now I'm trained. ;-)
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