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Maggie Reminisce.

Reminisce
as a Verb: Indulge in enjoyable recollection of past events.

I don't know if I'm using it correctly, because I am looking back on Maggies old, brand-new-to-us days where she was ill, disgustingly underweight, and poorly, poorly, poorly over-shaven stomach due to her being fixed, and the reactions she indulged us with because of her many shots/micro-chipping, and new-home transfers after being lost in the wilds of Eastern Colorado Plains Desert in the dead of Winter.

So, I reminisce of Maggie's first days with us, and compare them to her current days with us. 

The OLDEN DAYS of Maggie
February 22, 2009 (her celebrated one-year birthday), we brought the Mag-Dog home from Denver Dumb Friends League (Who received her as a transfer student from the University of Fort Morgan Shelter out in the Boonies of Colorado just two days earlier) after she'd been running wildly through Cactus, Sand, and Snow... It was very sad to see the whites of her eyes like she was some little Hush Puppy.

She was scared and about 20 pounds underweight

Her best trait was that she looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog.

She was so tired after her escapades through deserts, storms, shelters, shots, nasty mean dogs, and having her parts taken from her, that she slept all the time.

She didn't even know she was paralyzing the neighbors when we'd walk by. They'd always wonder if we'd done that to her.  NO! Why would anyone ever shave their dog's belly clear up to their eyebrows for a little 3 inch incision?! We just didn't know WHY?


Well, the next day, we had to go to work. and school. and continue on with our lives. SO we locked her up in her crate, and left.

THEN I CAME HOME:

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