Maggie's Secret

Kittens, I've come to a conclusion about my girl Maggie.

She's insane. You want to know why?

She chases her tail.

There, I said it. Out loud (kinda) to people other than my husband and sons.

You see, we've tried to keep this little... gem... a secret because, well, I didn't want people to think that Maggie was stupid.

But I can't hide it anymore because maybe she is a little stupid. But at the same time, she's incredibly smart.

She can learn things in an instant, figure out exactly where you're hiding something from her, read our body language that we're going to take her outside before we even move to do so, and she has never once fallen for the "fake throw." See? In some respects, she's quite brilliant.

Except that one thing. She loves to chase her tail.

I've never had a dog that did this! Granted, my Sam is a Rottweiler and they don't have tails. They have little tiny nubbins. I love Sam's nubbin. When she's excited or happy, that little bitty thing starts wiggling and omg it's the cutest thing ever. But it's certainly nothing she can chase.

But Mags? She's got a whopper of a tail and boy does it seem to piss her off sometimes.

And the funniest thing about it? (Just when you thought it couldn't get better.) When Maggie starts to spin around and around chasing that tail of hers and biting it (how that doesn't make her stop I'll never know), my Sam looks on at her like she's the biggest idiot known to canines.