A dOGGY wORLD
...e searches for the most comfortable piece of carpeting to rest on. She slowly paces around the house like an elderly women taking a leisurely stroll around the block. When she finds a spot to her liking, she uses her front paws to dig what seems to be an imaginary hole in the floor. She wastes no time and collapses on her newly found spot. She looks curiously at me with a question in her eyes. “Is she going to pet me?” I lie down on the floor next to her and run my hands along her soft, fluffy coat. “Good girl Madison!” I say to her, as she contently wags her tail. Eventually she falls asleep. Her gold, curly eyelashes bat back and forth as she dreams of herself in Milk Bone land. Next, she is suddenly awakened by the sound of the doorbell. She jumps up as fast as a snake catches its prey. She frantically runs to the door to see who it is. She growls trying to sound vicious but not succeeding. As I open the door, Madison slightly tilts her head, anxious to find out who it is. She instantly lets down her guard, as she realizes that it is only Grandma. Finally, Madison sits at the front door like a statue. This indicates to me that she has to go to the bathroom. “Madison, do you want to go outside?” I ask her. She pops up like a jack in the box and wag...