A Maris is a little thumb-haver. She fed me and The Boy, so she can't be all that bad, but she made me a little nervous at times. I really appreciated The Alpha explaining my hip problem to her, and that what I was trying to tell her was do-not-touch-me-back-there-where-I'm-not-all-there. Because after that, things were lots better! She's a fair amount of fun, that Maris.
Word got back around that she told her grandmother the next day, "MeMe, I was so excited to play with their dogs that I got a little out of control. But, they really loved playing with me." I'm not sure I'd go that far, but we did have a really nice time.
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