Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Little Maddie is my homegirl. I must say she's the best dog ever and am relatively sure she speaks English. Once, when we lived in Arkansas (she is totally from there ... Hot Springs y'all!) she ran away from home when we moved into the barn. It was a total after school special and we searched for her all afternoon and night. Of course it was the hottest day of July that led into the most massive overnight thunderstorm of the year. She turned up the next day at the Marina a few miles away, hip fractured from a dog attack, dehydrated, some drunk people feeding her Mighty Dog food out of a can. She was a changed woman, and proceeded to lay on the sofa for a week staring into space, not talking to me at all, and only allowing me to take her down the spiral stairs to do business then she had to return to her convalescence. Eventually she got over it, and from that point she was a lot more keen to stay near to me. So I have no problem letting her sleep with me. She turned 9 in August and I've had her since she was 8 weeks old. Yeah, I'm whipped.