Marge

Today was less exciting than yesterday. So I shall take this moment to introduce you to the smallest member of our household (excepting the mice, who we don't name. So they don't count)

This is Marge:

She is 100% Beagle. 7 months old (well, she will be 7 months on Friday). And the cutest, sweetest, most stubborn little creature you will ever meet.

We are not ashamed to admit that for the time being she is our baby. See:
When we found out that moving to our farm house meant we could get a dog, we immediately decided we had to have one. And that it had to have a sweet name. We had two requirements for the name

1. It could not be a "dog name" (i.e. Fido, Spot, Lassie)
2. It could definitely not be anything we would ever want to name a child (I knew someone who named their dog a name they really liked, thinking they were done having children. Then, oops, they had another child, so they named it after the dog. weird. just plain weird)

Marge was the first name that came to mind. And it stuck.
And it fits. She is such a Marge. I don't really know what that means. But if you knew our dog, you would know.

Marge has had many a grand adventure since becoming part of our family:

She has been overwhelmed by the vastness of the farm. (she was so tiny!!!)

She has fought with the cows.

She has stayed in a hotel (for our 1st anniversary trip)

And she has had surgery (that was an adventure and a half!)

Fun Marge Facts:
She scarfs her dinner down in less than 5 seconds.
Her ambition in life is to be a lap dog (i.e., LOVES to be held)
She loathes socks with a passion. On your feet or off, she will eat them.


She is sometimes more ridiculous than we bargained for.
But really, life would be lame with out her. So I guess she can stay.