You ever meet someone who is so incredibly charming, they seem to fill the air with something akin to champagne bubbles, drawing people into their orbit with a gravitational pull as strong the influence of the moon over the tides?
That's my dog Maddie.
In a crowd of 150 people and a good half dozen volunteers, all of whom were preoccupied with organizing their gear, staying warm, energizing up, and directing participants, she still managed to snag the kind of attention that makes grown people stop dead in their tracks and commence to baby talking. Of course, Maddie responds in kind, gluing herself to people's sides, tilting her head upwards at a flirtatious slant, and liquifying their hearts with her big brown eyes.
So about an hour later it wasn't my name the timer called when I crossed the finish line, but "Here comes Maddie's mom!"
The little slut.
