Mazie

So Mazie was The Johnson's dog. But didn't get along with their other dogs. So she moved in with my Uncle. Who, referred to himself as the dogs caregiver. [even though we know he loved he soooo much. In the hospital he would always perk up when we talked about Mazie]

And now she lives with us. Which I love to the moon and back. It's like having a piece of his heart walking around. And pooping around.

Because yes, the point of this post is Mazie pooping in the house.

The other morning I woke up to a stank, and found a little Mazie treat for me.

But it is impossible to be mad at her, because she punishes herself.

When Mazie has done something wrong she acts like you are screaming at her, even if you use your softest, nicest voice. Sort of like when parents use the "I'm disappointed" thing. [the worst, right?]

She attempts to make her body mold into the floor while attempting to avoid eye-contact, with subtle puppy dog eye glances. She also wags the last 2 inches of her tail to melt your heart.

And it totally works.

avoid eye contact/puppy dog eye stage

the beginning of the melting in to the floor stage

Poop on Maze, because I could never be mad at you. 

[although, I would like to add- she rarely poops inside. the storms have her a little jazzed up]