Maggie, Maggie, Maggie

I like our new dog. So does the Hubster, Princess and Wolfgang. However, she does not like her kennel. And, because she has left us special presents two days in a row when I went to pick up Wolfgang from Camp Invention, she darned well better learn to like it. Poor Wolfgang, both times it's been in his room. He was lamenting "WHY do you only do that in MY room?!!" Princess just looked at him and said "Guess tomorrow you better shut your door." She's a helpful one, isn't she? Sometimes, I really understand why he wishes he was an only child.