To the Dogs
When I was growing up, I misheard some commonly used phrases. "Dog-eat-dog world" was one; I heard "doggy-dog world." Later this afternoon, I'll bring Maggie back to Evanston with me, and we'll enter a very doggy-dog world. I don't recall the current Dog Count, but it must be in the high twenties by now.
I hope that Maggie and Uri will like each other enough for me to consider adopting Uri. I hope that Maggie will not growl at Roz again. I hope that Mingus and Maggie bond their poodle selves in an acceptable manner. I hope that Maggie's sheer height will not terrify poor Bea this time. I hope that Daisy can hold her own. I hope that Maggie will share me with others.
Here's hoping!
I hope that Maggie and Uri will like each other enough for me to consider adopting Uri. I hope that Maggie will not growl at Roz again. I hope that Mingus and Maggie bond their poodle selves in an acceptable manner. I hope that Maggie's sheer height will not terrify poor Bea this time. I hope that Daisy can hold her own. I hope that Maggie will share me with others.
Here's hoping!
posted by Raisin at
6:52 AM
2 Comments:
I'm going way out on a limb here, I know - but assuming Maggie still moves and looks like a dog, I think the chances of Bea being terrified remain high.
I shall keep all your four-legged, furry friends in my prayers . . . let us know how it all turns out.
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