I’m Maggie May, but most people call me Maggie, or as my mama likes to say, “Mags the Glad.” I’m a nearly two-year-old boxer/shepherd mix who’s easy to spot by my naturally stubby tail and giant bat ears. My daddy says I never grew into them, but they make people laugh so I’m glad I didn’t! I love to run around our property with my five doggy sisters and our big lug of a Golden Pyrenees brother, and I even watch over my kitty brothers and sister when they get to come outside.
I enjoy lying in the sun and looking out over the lake below our home. My people found me near this lake as they were about to go kayaking one late summer day in 2016. As I watched them take things from their car, I knew they were my last hope. At two months old, wounded from an attack and starving, I worked up my courage and what little strength I had and walked toward them. Once they saw me, they put me in the car and I rode in my mama’s lap to the vet. I don’t remember if I was dumped or if I was born there and am the only surviving member of my pack. All I know is my people saved me, and I adore them for it.
Because of my experience, nothing makes me happier than making people happy, although I do love fig bars and playing in the water! I received my Canine Good Citizen and Alliance of Therapy Dog certification in March 2018 and look forward to lots of belly rubs. Because I’m a born and bred rural Okie, I’m especially excited to be part of the Center for Rural Health.