Maggie Rose Before and After

I’ve been home six days now and nothing tastes as good as warm feels. Except fresh chicken. And Cashew Beef, sans cashews. Well, maybe I exaggerate a little. Pretty much everything tastes good. 

Mom thinks I’ve probably gained a pound, but she’s not willing to step on the scales with me and see. 

Last night I was forced to take ‘after’ photos. Mom wrapped me in a cashmere Eileen Fisher scarf. I tried to eat it. My street-smart friends will never let me live this down, all foo-foo and such. Hey, I’m scrappy. And fast, really fast. I’m told I’ve now acquired street smarts, in addition to my school smarts. This means I can sniff out BS (bull stuff) really fast. 

Later today we will retrieve Mom’s jacket off Snow King. (You know, I had absolutely no intention of going up Snow King again this time of year, it’s too cold. So, I just don’t know why she left her jacket up there...humans.) To hear her talk, you would think I’ll never be unleashed again. 

Before we hike, we get to stop by the UPS store. A little birdie told me, during my journey, a Bark Box awaits me. I LIVE for Bark Boxes. Thank you, Birdie. 

Cheers friends,

MR the Schnauzer