Maggie

I would love to introduce to you all my very sweet, 15 year old German Shepherd mix, Maggie. We adopted her when she was one year old. She had been in and out of numerous homes as a puppy, and then on to multiple animal shelters. It was completely meant to be that she ended up with our family. We were everything she needed, and she was everything we needed. As a puppy she was as fast as a cheetah, an excellent guard dog, and a goof.

Now, a decade and a half later, she is much slower getting up and moving around. But she’s still as sweet as ever, giving hugs when she rests her head on my shoulder, and giving the best most excited greetings when I come home. She is covered in white and gray these days, and everyone at the dog park will comment how great and happy she looks for her age. She has one of those great big doggie grins that is infectious to everyone,  filled with so much personality and happiness.

Having been with me ever since that very awkward pubescent stage in a young girl’s life, Mags has grown up alongside with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better companion. For all you dog lovers out there, you know exactly what I mean when I say that there is and always will be a special place in my heart for my childhood dog.

Maggie walking the final stretch of her walk. Tuckered out.