I think it was all about her gaze, when I first laid eyes on her. When she looked at me with the largest brown beautiful orbs I’ve ever seen, I couldn’t help but melt. But she knew that, instantaneously. And from there, she got me pinned to her like a magnet, to do her bidding, to make whatever she wants for meals, no matter what she desires.
It’s been that way from the first time she focused on me and told me, without missing a beat, that I was her mom. I don’t think I ever felt instantaneous love like that, before in my whole life, and I’m a strong proponent of love at first sight. But, even when I met Jay, and knew—just knew—from the first time I laid eyes on him, that he was the one—But I realized that this was different.
She’s more than special because she knows how to love me so well. Her soft face and warm body are so pliant in my arms, and when she kisses me, I cannot remember a time that I didn’t love her even more, in the five years we’ve been together.
One of the most beautiful things about her is the way she walks. She’s so dainty and every footfall is like a ballet step. Her long legs allow anyone to appreciate her femininity. When I hold her, she folds one arm over the other and crosses her ankles, while she sits compliantly in my arms.
I love my Maggie; my sixty-five pound child and I think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world, bar none.
Did I mention that she was rescued from a ditch by the side of a road, in Tennessee? Some people are beyond bad down there. But Maggie is only afraid of high wind gusts that she probably remembers from her time on the road. At times like that, when the weather blows up, she accepts the warmth of my caress, as a shelter from the storm.
Maggie’s my beautiful dog, who I believe knew the moment she sighed in my ear, the first time I held her, that she was the luckiest little girl in the world. But, in truth, I know I'm the fortunate one, when I look in Maggie's beautiful eyes.