This is Maggie's ancient, mostly dead (but still slightly alive!) blog. Peruse the archives at your own risk; they contain more than a little teenage nonsense.
Friday, February 20, 2009
contrived to eat my entire grilled-cheese sandwich because I was foolish enough to bend down to pick up a candy wrapper he had undoubtedly unearthed from the trash. Needless to say, I berated him with simple insults of "Bad dog!" and, as soon as I got a grip on his collar, put him into his cage without so much as a kind pat. And then I made another sandwich.