Her short coat reminds me of a short length carpet.
She jumps just like a green tree frog.
Her tail is as whippy as Mr whippy ice-cream van.
When she is upset or mad she starts to bark as if she was a wolf howling in the moon light.
Maggie can be so fast, faster than Usain Bolt when she sees a rabbit running away in the darkness.
When I look at her I think how lucky we are to have her in our house.
There are sparkles in her eyes when she wants food.
Her spots are like tattoos, everyone means something to her.
She runs just like a white floppy eared rabbit.
Maggie loves to jump on furniture and she loves to eat it too.
She is man’s best friend and she is mine too.