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We're baaaaack

I think I might be as excited to be back home, sleeping in my own bed, NOT eating out, etc., as I was to be leaving for vacation last weekend.

Another member of our family who returned home today is Maggie, back from her stay at the canine bed and breakfast. She sprinted for me as soon as they opened the door from the back room kennels/playroom, never left my side all the way to the car, and rode all the way home in my lap -- alternately panting and kissing me.

The best thing about the place she stays is that they take pictures of all the doggies during each day's playtime. So we get to see how she spent her week. She's not above sharing a lap with a pug. But you'll note, she's usually the scrappy little terrier amongst all the big dogs. She likes the big boys and girls. She thinks she IS the big boys and girls.

To us, she's one of the biggest, best reasons to be home again.




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