My little Maggie was a "gift from God". My mother,
Dollie Dimple Cates Caldwell (1920-1995), passed away 12/24/1995. After returning home from her funeral some friends came over that evening and brought the little dog they had found wandering on the street. At that time they had other dogs and really didn't want more. I had only one dog and they thought I might like to keep her (we did look for the owners). She immediately attached herself to me and would sit with no one else. That was the way it was for the remainder of her life. Therefore, my "gift from God" was such a comfort to me during that sad time of my life.
We all sat around and laughing and had a good time that evening trying to come up with a name. We finally settled on Margarita which was later shortened to Maggie.
The veterinarian estimated that she was about eight years old when she came to me. Her age is an estimate based on his knowledge of animals.
Although she was small, less than five pounds, she was a funny little dog in that she could hold five or six milk bones in her mouth at the time. She was an older dog with perfect manners when she joined the Caldwell clan. I had a dog named Stray (1985-1999)
and three cats at the time, Benson , Lincoln, and Eleanor. She fit right in with the family.
In the beginning I groomed her and would allow her to sit or lay down as I was trying to make her cute. I realized I wasn't doing a very good job and decided to have it done professionally. When I went to get her the groomer asked me if she could walk or stand which was a laugh out loud moment because I realized the groomer thought my "old" dog was not very healthy, I put her on the floor and she walked out of the salon.
I don't know if she was trained to walk on a leash as I never had one for her because she stuck to me like she was velcro.
She liked to go for rides in the car and go for walks. If I were outside pulling weeds she like to play with the one that I pulled.
Maggie was a happy girl that helped with a difficult time in my life and was such a pleasure to me during happier times.
She is missed.
Dollie Dimple Cates Caldwell (1920-1995), passed away 12/24/1995. After returning home from her funeral some friends came over that evening and brought the little dog they had found wandering on the street. At that time they had other dogs and really didn't want more. I had only one dog and they thought I might like to keep her (we did look for the owners). She immediately attached herself to me and would sit with no one else. That was the way it was for the remainder of her life. Therefore, my "gift from God" was such a comfort to me during that sad time of my life.
We all sat around and laughing and had a good time that evening trying to come up with a name. We finally settled on Margarita which was later shortened to Maggie.
The veterinarian estimated that she was about eight years old when she came to me. Her age is an estimate based on his knowledge of animals.
Although she was small, less than five pounds, she was a funny little dog in that she could hold five or six milk bones in her mouth at the time. She was an older dog with perfect manners when she joined the Caldwell clan. I had a dog named Stray (1985-1999)
and three cats at the time, Benson , Lincoln, and Eleanor. She fit right in with the family.
In the beginning I groomed her and would allow her to sit or lay down as I was trying to make her cute. I realized I wasn't doing a very good job and decided to have it done professionally. When I went to get her the groomer asked me if she could walk or stand which was a laugh out loud moment because I realized the groomer thought my "old" dog was not very healthy, I put her on the floor and she walked out of the salon.
I don't know if she was trained to walk on a leash as I never had one for her because she stuck to me like she was velcro.
She liked to go for rides in the car and go for walks. If I were outside pulling weeds she like to play with the one that I pulled.
Maggie was a happy girl that helped with a difficult time in my life and was such a pleasure to me during happier times.
She is missed.
My little Maggie was a "gift from God". My mother,
Dollie Dimple Cates Caldwell (1920-1995), passed away 12/24/1995. After returning home from her funeral some friends came over that evening and brought the little dog they had found wandering on the street. At that time they had other dogs and really didn't want more. I had only one dog and they thought I might like to keep her (we did look for the owners). She immediately attached herself to me and would sit with no one else. That was the way it was for the remainder of her life. Therefore, my "gift from God" was such a comfort to me during that sad time of my life.
We all sat around and laughing and had a good time that evening trying to come up with a name. We finally settled on Margarita which was later shortened to Maggie.
The veterinarian estimated that she was about eight years old when she came to me. Her age is an estimate based on his knowledge of animals.
Although she was small, less than five pounds, she was a funny little dog in that she could hold five or six milk bones in her mouth at the time. She was an older dog with perfect manners when she joined the Caldwell clan. I had a dog named Stray (1985-1999)
and three cats at the time, Benson , Lincoln, and Eleanor. She fit right in with the family.
In the beginning I groomed her and would allow her to sit or lay down as I was trying to make her cute. I realized I wasn't doing a very good job and decided to have it done professionally. When I went to get her the groomer asked me if she could walk or stand which was a laugh out loud moment because I realized the groomer thought my "old" dog was not very healthy, I put her on the floor and she walked out of the salon.
I don't know if she was trained to walk on a leash as I never had one for her because she stuck to me like she was velcro.
She liked to go for rides in the car and go for walks. If I were outside pulling weeds she like to play with the one that I pulled.
Maggie was a happy girl that helped with a difficult time in my life and was such a pleasure to me during happier times.
She is missed.
Dollie Dimple Cates Caldwell (1920-1995), passed away 12/24/1995. After returning home from her funeral some friends came over that evening and brought the little dog they had found wandering on the street. At that time they had other dogs and really didn't want more. I had only one dog and they thought I might like to keep her (we did look for the owners). She immediately attached herself to me and would sit with no one else. That was the way it was for the remainder of her life. Therefore, my "gift from God" was such a comfort to me during that sad time of my life.
We all sat around and laughing and had a good time that evening trying to come up with a name. We finally settled on Margarita which was later shortened to Maggie.
The veterinarian estimated that she was about eight years old when she came to me. Her age is an estimate based on his knowledge of animals.
Although she was small, less than five pounds, she was a funny little dog in that she could hold five or six milk bones in her mouth at the time. She was an older dog with perfect manners when she joined the Caldwell clan. I had a dog named Stray (1985-1999)
and three cats at the time, Benson , Lincoln, and Eleanor. She fit right in with the family.
In the beginning I groomed her and would allow her to sit or lay down as I was trying to make her cute. I realized I wasn't doing a very good job and decided to have it done professionally. When I went to get her the groomer asked me if she could walk or stand which was a laugh out loud moment because I realized the groomer thought my "old" dog was not very healthy, I put her on the floor and she walked out of the salon.
I don't know if she was trained to walk on a leash as I never had one for her because she stuck to me like she was velcro.
She liked to go for rides in the car and go for walks. If I were outside pulling weeds she like to play with the one that I pulled.
Maggie was a happy girl that helped with a difficult time in my life and was such a pleasure to me during happier times.
She is missed.
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