Amy, the beast, and I made it to Maine a couple of days ago. Maggie, after some tiffs, a few small scrapes, and a big WHACK from the resident polydactly cat, has been settling into the pack quite nicely. She absolutely adores Hannah, the 1.5 year old, simply because Hannah thinks it is much more fun to feed dogs from her high chair than it is to actually eat. Hoover Maggie, I’m saying!
All is good, and we’re having fun. More later…..