Sometimes I'd like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine and injustice when He could do something about it. But I'm afraid God might ask me the same question.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Our dog, Maggie, made a new friend the other day. If you can believe it her new friend is just a baby and is only half way grown, and Maggie... well not so much a baby. I love her new friend, the kids liked him too. My kids know that I have big dreams of being a hippie, escaping from suburbia and livin' off the land. Someday when I get there, to my own wide open space, Jack and I will make it a priority to find ourselves a big ol' country dog or two. For now we have Maggie, we love Maggie, Maggie loves suburban life, but I know she dreams of the city life, one with a yuppie Mommy that would carry her in a little purse and put little shoes on her. She settles for the girls pushing her in baby strollers, being put in backpacks, wearing doll clothes. But I see the longing in her eyes, she wishes her name was Tinkerbell and she lived in the penthouse of the Plaza hotel.


chksngr said...

Hello! I'D like to be named Tinkerbell and live in a penthouse at the Plaza...she has a great figure that hasn't changed in 50 years, she gets to fly, she has movie and merchandising deals, every little girl wants to be here and my son is completely in love with her...sounds like a win to me! Maggie has VISION! lol

Annie said...

Oh she is too cute!!! I had a Maggie too who was my first "baby"!! She was a cocker spaniel/springer spaniel mix and she was the queen:)

Anonymous said...

Oh, Maggie! Such an expressive little doggie-face. We love Maggie too, and want to know when we can dog-sit her again! Going to China any time soon?