Maggie, my pretty, 10 year old, 10 pound, Papillon dog, is my baby. She is as cute as can be, and it is a good thing because this is not the kind of dog I thought I had signed up for. I researched all dogs prior to buying her as a puppy and I thought a Papillon was perfect. Little, hyper allergenic hair, smart and a companion dog. Wait a minute, define companion. My mistake, I was looking for a "lap dog" NOT companion. She does enjoy my company, but doesn't like being held or petted or bothered with.When I come home even from a trip to the grocery store she not only wags her tail in excitement but her hold back end whips back and forth so hard, I'm afraid she's gonna turn herself inside out. Just sitting close to to me, staring at me, (sometimes creepy) and she is happy. A companion! Being an empty nester, I find I need to mother something, so thankfully I have my baby. I know hubby wishes it was him.

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