The Mags is on a wee bit of a diet thanks to her (unauthorized) Christmas indulgence. This drastic step has not escaped her attention and she appears quite dismayed that the literal gravy train has come to an abrupt halt. She is a dog that will do almost anything within her power for food and were it not for her tell-tale girth, strangers observing her behavior might be convinced that I starve the little beast. She is a rather excellent actress and would do beautifully in any theater production that required prolonged looks of heartbreak and longing.
Maggi NEEDS.
In light of her recently restricted menu, the darling one has suddenly–after 2 winters of disinterest–decided that snow can be used as an alternate food source. The enormous glob on the flower pot has become her own personal buffet and I encourage this as it amuses me greatly.
