Our Maggie, 10 or 11ish, is a real beauty. That’s obvious. What might not be so obvious is that she’s a goof. She’s been known to chase her tail; when company comes she’ll bark until appropriate greetings have been exchanged. True to her Nordic genes (Norwegian Elkhounds were shipmates to the Vikings) Maggie is an independent lady (well, to be honest, stubborn, very stubborn). She’s too dignified to be a lap dog, but she loves belly and butt rubs almost as much as she loves snow days. Her vision isn’t great (though hers is better than about half of our old residents) and she has spinal arthritis (for which she’s getting pain relievers) but she can hear a dog barking a quarter of a mile away and pays attention, just in case.