Maggie Mae

 

In September of 2022 I was picking up hay for my horse in Freedom, Wyoming. As we pulled onto the highway to head to Afton to have lunch with my mom and a friend, I opened up Facebook and looked at Lucky’s Place. I had been regularly checking for dogs to foster or adopt for a month or so but nothing had been the right fit. This day, though, was different. Little Miss Spitfire, a young GSP, had been taken to Lucky’s the day before after the death of her owner (a woman in her 80s…how a senior handled a young GSP, I have no clue!). Lil’ Miss, as she was called, spoke to me through that photo and I went directly to meet her. Within five minutes of meeting her, I knew I could never take her back. Either my family would adopt her or I would find her the perfect owner. It turns out that was me.

We have named her Maggie Mae. We joke that Maggie is my emotional support animal, but I am just as much hers. I didn’t know how much I would need this GSP with so many names (Legs, Mags, Magpie, Lil’ Miss) but this winter has been extra tough on me. Family, life, seasonal depression, etc., Maggie has been a balm to my soul, a heating pad for my lap, a snuggler extreme, and is the goofiest dog to take on a walk. I told Maggie the other night as I kissed her goodnight while she lay curled up in a bean bag she appropriated from my daughter, “Maggie, I think your last human whispered to me from heaven as I was leaving Freedom, Wyoming and told me to check Facebook. Because she knew we needed each other!” Maggie sighed a big sigh and she snuggled deeper into the bean bag.

If anyone wants to find Maggie, look for her ridiculously long legs and ears and nose as she moves like lightning on the Melody Ranch trail system in Jackson Hole. Whether she is pointing birds in flight or on the water, chasing invisible snow fairies in the drifts, she will make you laugh at her silliness!

Thank you for rescuing me, Maggie Mae!