Maggie and I began 'puppy school' over the weekend.  Actually the term "puppy school" is a misnomer as it became clear from the onset that our first lesson was really schooling of the owner than the dog and it was I that needed the molding.  This was much to Maggie's delight as she got to sleep through just about the entire session while I tried to absorb countless factoids on shaping this 50lb. creature into my vision of a respectful member of society.  Little was I aware on how I, over the next several weeks, will need to reach deep into my imagination, adding to my training arsenal booby traps and other inventive and guileful ways for dealing with Maggie's indiscretions. Being "proactive" will be key.  As I look into her hazel brown eyes I can see she senses something is afoot.  Yes, this may take the strategy of overthrowing a small government.