"Really?" "Oh!" "How's that going?" Those are the usual responses I get from people when I tell them that we got a dog. I know what you're thinking . . . "How is 'Monica Geller' going to deal with a dog?"

When Steve tells people we got a dog the usual response is "Congratulations!" or "Awesome!". And then there are the people who ask, "How's Kat doing with that?"

Touche.

Sure I'm a little obsessive with the Swiffer® to remove the dog hair, and I'm still adjusting to the idea of patina on our new hardwood floors courtesy of Maggie's nails, but I'm so in love with her it's worth it all.

Maggie is somewhat of a neatnik herself. She likes her daily brushing, she avoids puddles on walks, and she stands patiently as we wipe her paws after she's been outside. We're a match made in heaven ;-).

Steve and I didn't just wake up one morning and decide to adopt a dog. It's something we had been discussing for nearly a year. With our youthful days of partying behind us, and our new house having a fenced yard we decided the time was right. The fact that we ended up with the perfect dog was pure luck!