Yes, all is officially once again well with Maggi & her stomach of iron. She has resumed acting the part of starving dog any time that I am even remotely near anything edible. “Oh god! Please mom, pleeeease. I’m fucking staaaaarving!”
“Part 2″ would entail the bright red, green, and gold chocolate wrappers. It must be said that my dog has the most festively coloured shit in the entire neighborhood.
She really gets into the season.















