I can't believe I haven't posted for over two years. Nothing has happened except there was that time we drove to New York and Charly stayed there with Mike, Claudia, Oliver and Yserman. I don't know why I drove back with our Person. After that our Person kept flying in and out of town and then stayed in the bedroom with me, which was nice, but not entirely routine. It's not like I need anything, except control. And then Charly showed up one day about a year ago, so things are back to normal. There's another person here.

Maggie

I don't know why u always post first. New York was ok and I liked the couch there and i was also glad to come home. I almost don't think about Mike and Claudia and Yserman and Oliver and I think Yserman is in the army.

Charly

I can't help but be constantly excited.

Maggie and Charly on barking

I'm conflicted about barking. I want to bark and I want to please, but part of pleasing is doing my job, and on some level, it feels like my job is barking.

I didn't wake up one morning and think, "Maybe I should bark." By the time I identified it as a behavior, it was a part of me. Our Person can't stand it. I can't think of one time I barked (except for asking for food or water) when it actually accomplished anything except irritating our Person..

It did feel right to me though, which is why I have a certain empathy for John Edwards. With respect to evolution, there's no reason for me to go uber-protective and "bark like a maniac," as our Person describes it. Likewise, there's no reason, procreatively, for John Edwards to be wandering, straying, sowing, all that. It must feel to him the way barking feels to me: natural in the moment, but ultimately amounting to nothing more than frenzied chaos. And it irritates people.
-Maggie


Rielle bark like me. on the video shes not sure what shes barking about but john edwards is barking and that makes her bark. i dont understand politics she said me either but sometimes if theres barking then you just start doing it too. and then the other dog stops barking but it takes a while till you figure out that the barking is over and you feel embarrassed and go to your room that's what i do usually.
-Charly

Me too, Charly

i am Charly. stuff worry me I like the bed a lot hey what are we doing next? maggie barks i bark. sometimes i bark on my own first. the hairdryer is loud and i sit by my persons feet so i dont worry about the hairdryer so much. i love my person and i love maggie and everybody else just not fireworks.

Here we are- who we are.

I'm Maggie- on the left. Charly, my sister, is two years old.

I'm highly evolved, protective, and concerned. I'm demanding, but not in a selfish sense; I know what should happen, when it should happen, and how it should happen. I can't stand a power vacuum.

Much of our life takes place in the bedroom of our Person. Charly sleeps on the bed. I sleep on a dog bed in the corner. We have a 35-minute walk that we take almost every day. Same route. Every once in a while, our Person tries to change it. I bark about it at first, but usually I give in. I don't want Charly concerned about the inconsistency. She flows more easily with it than I do.

We eat between 6:00 and 6:20 a.m., when I wake up our Person. We used to eat again at 5:00 p.m., but I've managed to move that up to 4:00 or 4:30. I let our Person know when it's time. There's usually enough water in our dish in the kitchen, but if there's not, I bark, and our Person takes care of it. Barking works for me in a lot of ways.