Trouble

Last weekend, I went up to New Hampshire to coach my mom on her new iMac.

The highlight of the trip was spending time with Maddie, a/k/a Trouble, a/k/a the cutest-tongued fluffiest puppy in the entire world.

Note her little-lamb legs! Also, that her face looks like a Muppet!

I had been warned that Maddie pees when she is excited to see you. She only apparently does this for my uncle and her “siblings”: my brother, sister, and now me. She was apparently super-duper excited to see me.

Maddie is about 87 x more rambunction than our old dog, Nikki. At one point, she came into the den chomping on something thin and white: “What does she have in her mouth?” I asked no one in particular; “What are you eating?” I asked Maddie.

My dad said, “oh, that’s just one of her rawhide chews.”

“No,” I replied, slightly confused, squinting, moving closer to the pup. “It has writing on it.”

“Oh, my god, she ate my Harvard ID!”

“Did you leave your purse on the floor?” my dad asked. “You can NEVER leave ANYTHING on the floor around here. That’s why I put your shoes in the closet.” Now he tells me. That little Trouble had actually picked my pockets: she’d somehow dug into a zippered compartment to fish out that bit of plastic.