who needs a BFF when you have an FOD. . .

A few months ago, I started taking Maude and Maeve on a weekly trip to the dog park.  The plan was for Maeve to release some of her spunk, exuberance, zest for lift, etc. and spare my socks, slippers, pillows, and various & sundry other items of a private nature that often make their way to Maeve's personal stash.  

Maeve has taken to this new adventure like a fish in water.  And each week she finds ONE dogs with whom she would like to play.  Not the pack of dogs playing in the park, not the same dog or even same  breed of dog every week, not her bossy pal Maude, but a NEW DOG every week.  Our visit goes something like this.

• Arrival
• Maeve begins the friend of the day selection process
• Maeve selects the lucky (or unlucky for some) winner
• Maeve follows, escorts, harasses, torments chosen friend
• Departure (a blog story in itself)

Most of these lucky FOD's ignore her, but she forges on and doesn't leave their side. They run, she runs. . .they chase balls, she chases them. . .they try to hide, she's hiding right there with them. Perseverance at its finest. 

In Maeve's mind, who needs a BFF when she has Zoe and Louis and Rosie and Charlie and Spencer and. . .

I wonder what Maeve's Myers-Briggs would say about her.