Maggie may be pushing her mid eighties in doggie years, but she still likes the one on one fuss and play.
The other morning whilst walking her in the park, she chased the sea gulls, something she loved to do down at Hamworthy when she was a pup.
Even here on the marina, I’ve known her to lift a pheasant, though she and the rabbits have reached an agreement and practically nod in passing.
It’s great to see her run, to know she still has her speed, albeit in shorter spurts now.
She will still rush to greet us if we have separated on the dog walk temporarily, or strain on the leash in greeting, tail a-wagging, if one of us has been in a shop and she’s had to wait outside with other. If we could only harness the power in that tail wag sometimes.