Princess Maggie was only with our family close to 2 years. Maggie lived a very full life. Maggie was born a Texan. She grew up with a loving family with kids. Maggie walked the trails in Texas with her family and made sure all the kids were rounded up. One thing that made her very nervous was having the kids in the swimming pool. It was hard for her to watch over them all with all the splashing and yelling. Because, Maggie’s job in life was to keep track of everyone. At my house, she was the Party Police. Making sure all the other dogs were holding the line and not causing any trouble. If by chance, any rough-housing did take place, she was right on top of it, barking and chasing to make sure that nonsense was stopped immediately. Maggie and Riggs did quite a bit of playing the first year she was with us. She enjoyed having someone to lie around the house with and go on exploring walks with. Maggie treasured her babies (toys). She would carry them around the house and lay with them. That is, until Riggs ripped them all apart and took the squeaking and stuffing out of them. But Maggie would continue to carry around the limp material and love it anyway. Maggie was also a bit of a hoarder. She liked her rawhides. She also liked Riggs’s rawhides. It was always a comical game to watch each of them try to steal from the other. Of course, Maggie was always better at it. She was very sneaky. She preferred to gather all the rawhides, LAY on them and keep one out between her paws to chew on…….

Maggie

Any and everyone who came to the house came JUST to see Maggie. She would give out a “whoot whoot” in happiness. She loved attention and didn’t have any of that so called – Aussie reserve. While on walks in the park in the summers, kids would call out her name and she was so happy to see everyone. She loved baseball and softball season, when everyone gathered in the parks to wait for her arrival. Princess Maggie would be on parade with all the kids running to pet her and everyone fighting to be able to carry her leash. Sometimes we had to make a couple laps to give all the kids a chance at “walking Maggie”. Maggie was a special, sweet dog with such a gentle soul. When kids were afraid of dogs, Maggie was the perfect ambassador to get them more comfortable with dogs.

Maggie

Maggie lived a very full life, and had many people who loved and adored her. It was quite the adjustment when she came to my house. She had been a much loved and adored only pet and then came to my “petting zoo”. But Maggie took it all in stride and fit in with no problems. She welcomed all new animals into her home and loved everyone. Well, other than the hate/hate relationship with Fudge the cat In the end, her body just gave out, but not her spirit or heart. She was 15 ½. Sweet Maggie.

Please Welcome Maggie to the Rainbow Bridge.