Hi all, Maggie Mae, here. I have been noticing some weird things happening around the house lately. Something is different. I can tell.

Here’s something weird thing that is different. We used to go for rides in a little car and sometimes my mom would forget the roof and the wind would blow and blow. I liked that. My ears would flap in the wind and I could smell all the scents, as we raced down the road. But now we ride in a different car. I don’t know why she got rid of the car without the roof.

In this new car, I have to sit in the seat behind her. I used to like to sit in the front seat next to her – well, truth be told, there were only two seats in the little car, so there weren’t really any other options –  but, anyway, I would jump left to right, front to back, over and over and over again. That way I could see in all directions. I never missed anything that was going on and I could bark at all the dogs, the squirrels, the people, well, anything actually! I didn't want my mom to miss anything, so I would bark. Yeah, that's it. I didn't want her not to see that squirrel.

"Hi, it’s Maggie Mae, the little white dog.  I just want to give you a quick update on my life.

Rides, walks, barking, and running in and out of the doggy door make up most of my days, when I am not napping.  And I do a lot of napping.  It’s a really good life.

And then there are the treats. Out of the blue, my mom comes into the room and asks if I want a treat? Really, lady, you need to ask?

She always makes me do my special ninja moves before I get a treat. It’s not a big deal. I like showing off my moves.

“Sit, circle, sit, circle. Up, down, circle, sit, shake.”

Some days she gets a bit carried away and I get a bit dizzy, overly excited, and end up circling when she says shake and sitting when I am supposed to be standing on my back legs.

I try. Really, I do. But come on! 20 commands for one little treat is a bit excessive, don’t you think?

So, anyway, here's the update.

Hi! It’s me, Maggie Mae, again.

Today my mom leaned over, patted me on the head and said, “Little, white dog, wherever I go, you will come with me.” I liked hearing that. I like being with her.

And as soon she said that, she gave me a treat, walked outside and closed the door.

“Hey! I thought you just said you would take me with wherever you go!”

I sat by the door for the longest time. She said she would take me with. None of this is making any sense. Growing tired of waiting at the door I headed for the round, cushy bed that she says belongs to me and took a nap.

Sometimes, when I am confused like this, naps are best. I take a lot of naps. I wonder if that means I am really confused.

Anyway, it keeps me from overthinking things. I do that a lot, especially when I am home alone. I overthink and overthink. Thoughts circle in my head, like when I circle to show her I am happy she is home, except the circles are in my head. Did I say that my thoughts circle and circle, the ones in my head? Circle, circle, ... circle.

Whoa...dizzzzzzy.