I will never forget sitting at my computer at my old house. There was a knock on the door and dad was standing there at the glass with a puppy in his palm.
"She was left for dead," he told me. "She was thrown in a trash dumpster out at the rest area on the interstate. I found her on my walk. She was whimpering."
"Is she mine?" I asked excited.
Dad looked real serious.
"I'm entrusting you with another life. If you treat her well, she will be your best friend for years."
Those were his exact words. And so Maggie came to live with me and be my little sweetheart. Or big sweetheart according to whom you ask. She's getting a little swagger in the rump and the dog door is looking awfully small these days.
On a side note, when Maggie was found, she was just eaten up with fleas. Dr. Thomas said he had never seen a dog with so many. She was anemic and it took four visits to the veterinarian to get all the fleas off. Can you imagine how miserable she must have been? It was sad, but we emerged victorious.