7/24/14 Camo!

The wild Pitbull, native and in her natural habitat, uses her coloring and collar to blend in with the background of The Human Bed (which she is not supposed to be on):


Well, she did have Dad fooled.  He walked right past her about 6 times before shooing her off!

Your friend,


7/22/14 Space Golf


I had to spend some time in the crate while Mom, Jamie, Erik, and Jenny played miniature golf at Space Golf in Orland Park.  It was really hot, so I didn’t mind staying in the cool A/C too much.

Jamie took the above pic as a shout-out to CB at Contrafactual: (http://www.contrafactual.wordpress.com) – hope I got that link right!  Erik says, “Make sure I don’t go there in October, I’m afraid of zombies!”  CB, come on up and we’ll play 18 holes and run from the undead!

Mom says the Space Golf was really cool.  The whole thing was black-lit and the golfers wore 3D glasses to heighten the effect of alien arms, crazy spinning lights, flying saucers, robots, and the like.  There were a lot of “Mars Attacks”-like aliens with cackling mouths and brains visible.  Mom says one of the cool special effects were the lines painted on the floor.  Because they were fluorescent, it looked like there were stairs when in fact, it was a flat floor.  Everyone kept poking their toes over the line, “Step, or no step?”  Overall, the humans gave it a 2 thumbs up for a good time and no mosquitoes!  Fore!

When it got a little cooler, I basked in the sunlight.  But not too much, since I am sunburn prone:sunprofile

We are due for storms again soon, so stay safe everybody, hope the weather is nice where you are, and, as always, thanks for reading!  Woof!  Love, Maggie





7/21/14 Muzzled!

Mom and Jamie took a trip to the Chicago Ridge Humane Society, where I was adopted from.  The humans had received a newsletter indicating that “puppy and kitten season was in full swing” and there was a desperate need for puppy-and-kitten Mother’s Milk replacement formula. 

Jamie thought it would be nice if I came along for the ride to my ol’ stomping grounds.  Mom agreed.  She brushed me, put my two obedience collars on, and tied a bright bandanna around my neck.  Mom was a little worried about the back seat of the car, since Dad had just installed seat covers (Mom says the pattern looks like the poncho Clint Eastwood wore in, “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” – but, whatever!)  So, she put a blanket down in Zeus for even more protection.  Mom was also worried I might snap at some other dogs.  “Maybe we should pick her up a muzzle,” Mom said.  Quickly I rumpled up the blanket and shoved it on the floor.  Mom looked in the rear view mirror at me and sighed loudly.

First stop was the pet store for formula.  The humans also picked up a large bag of dry Puppy Food and “buy 2 get 1 free” boxes of dog treats.  They also got an extra-big box.  I looked hungrily at the treats, but only got one from the cashier lady.

While we were there, Mom and Jamie picked me up a new bed and crate liner.  There were lots of dogs at the pet store, and Mom told Jamie to keep me on the “tight leash” because she didn’t trust me.  But since I was OK, she didn’t get the muzzle.

We left the pet store and went bumpity-bump in Zeus over to the Animal Shelter.  All the people there were pleased to see me, and they were so very grateful for the goods we had brought.

Dogs and cats were everywhere and if I thought I was on a tight leash at the pet store, that was NOTHING compared to the tight leash at the shelter!  But I behaved pretty well.  I still gave those barking yappers “the eye”, though.

Mom and Jamie both noticed a good-looking, male American Staffordshire Terrier that was about my size, and white like me.  He had a big black spot all over his eye.  Both Mom and Jamie’s hearts started to melt and they asked if he could be brought outside for a sniff n’ greet, to see if I would tolerate him.  I was close to getting a brother!

We walked out into the sunshine and Mom put me at “sit”.  Jamie sat with his eyes closed, his hands clenched, and his head bowed in silent prayer.  Soon, the dog came out and the volunteer told Mom, “Can you keep your dog on a tight leash, please, until we see how they act?”  And if I thought I was on a tight leash before at the shelter, that was NOTHING compared to how tight that leash got outside. 

Mom kept her eyes firmly on my head as she felt the tension growing.  I sniffed noses with the strange male and sniffed his behind.  He was very friendly and wanted to play.  That’s when I raised up all my hair on my back and lunged for him with a loud, “WOOF!”  that had nothing to do with playtime.  Mom was ready though, because she had seen my ears go back.  Waaaaay back.

“No,” said the animal shelter volunteer, and he wheeled around and took the male dog away without so much as another word.  Everyone sitting around outside of the shelter laughed at me and said, “She wants to be an only child, that is for sure!”

Mom was crushed.  Jamie was beyond heartbroken.  Mom said I had behaved badly, and didn’t I know a companion would be good for me?  She put me and Jamie in the car and went back inside and made a monetary donation, hoping some of the funds would find their way to that dog she and Jamie had wanted so badly.

Jamie was so sad.  Mom consoled him on the way home by saying, “Look at all the good work we did today.  The kittens and puppies will have food, and the bigger dogs will have treats.”

I was put out and angry, so I threw up twice on the back seat.  But I waited until we almost got home.

Mom went out that night and got the muzzle.  She says I have to wear it on walks and anytime I might be around another animal.  Although I hate the muzzle, I guess Mom is right.  And I’m still an only child.

Woof!  Love, Maggie


7/16/14 #2: Shoulder Subluxation

Mom piled me gently into little Zeus and off we put-putted to see the Vet.  We saw Dr. Ben this time at Oak Forest Animal Clinic.  Mom thought I had twisted my “ankle” on the stairs last night and that is why I was limping.  I wasn’t better today so she took me in early.  She had talked to another Vet, Dr. Megan, on the phone last night and she had said if I wasn’t walking better to come on in.  Even though I was hurting, I was still excited to ride in the car.

Dr. Ben did not have me put on the big metal table.  He and an assistant took me in the back where he manipulated my joints.  When he came to my left shoulder, he heard a loud, “CRACK!” and I was uncomfortable (but I did not cry).  He said, “Mmm-hmm” and gave me a shot in the butt. 

Dr. Ben brought me back in the room to Mom and he had a big book.  My shoulder was feeling better and I was excited to be at the Vet.  Dr. Ben showed Mom some pictures in the book and explained that, in a muscular dog like me, the shoulder can heal with NSAIDs (Non-Steroid Anti-Inflammatory Drugs) and homeopathic medications.  He gave Mom a large can and a little bottle.  He said the large can was filled with homeopathic treats that had fish oil and other things that were good for joints in them.  The little bottle is an NSAID that Mom has to squirt in my mouth every night.  But not tonight, because I already got a good shot of them (in the butt).  Dr. Ben said he had been speaking with Dr. W. and they feel my coat looks better than it ever has.  Dr. Ben said that whatever Mom is doing, to keep on doing it!

Prognosis is good, Dr. does not feel I will need surgery – he says 95% of the time this injury will heal using the method he has prescribed.  But a lot is up to me, because Dr. Ben does not want any hairy bullet behavior, no running fast or jumping, no “stopping on a dime”.  So for a while, the game of “Gimme Dat” is going to have to wait!

Woof!  Love, Maggie


7/16/14 A Trip to the Vet for an Injury

Mom is taking me to the Vet this morning.  I fell on the stairs yesterday and did the equivalent of twisting a human ankle I think.  I am limping badly.

Mom called the Vet last night but it was after hours.  They advised her to give me 3 baby aspirin and bring me in the morning if I was still limping.

I was stiff but OK this morning til I went out in the backyard and tried to run.  Then I stuck my leg out in the air and hobbled back to the house.

Appointment is at 10:15, the earliest they had open.  I will keep you posted.

Ouch!  Woof!  Love, Maggie

7/15/14 The Flood In The Basement

I’ve mentioned in previous posts about the eccentricity of the weather lately.  Apparently, this odd behavior has rubbed off on the electrical power, since it seems to be coming and going as it pleases.  Over the weekend, during yet another rainstorm, the power went out (again), plunging the house into a sticky blackness.  I don’t mind the dark so much, as I can see better in it than most humans, but I still like a light on.  However, the power wasn’t out overly long this time, and we all figured that everything was OK and we headed up to bed.

But it wasn’t OK.  This time, Sump Pump, who lives in the corner room in the basement, went to sleep when the power went off, and did not wake up when the power came back on.   Usually, we hear him growling, (he sounds a lot like Garage Door), but nobody noticed how quiet he was.  It was late, the humans were tired and hot and just happy that the lights came back on, so off we trooped upstairs.

The next morning, Mom tried and tried to work the computer, and the page wasn’t loading.  So she figured she’d go downstairs and reset the modem.  Imagine her surprise when she got to the bottom of the stairs and landed nearly ankle-deep in water!  Dad and Jamie weren’t home and didn’t answer their phones.  Mom shooed me away from the basement steps and we waited. 

Soon enough Dad and Jamie came home, and assessed the situation.  Then the work began.  Dad sloshed over and reset the pump.  Jamie manned the ShopVac.   Then the three humans started many, many, many, trips up and down two flights of stairs as they took out the ruined stuff  to the curb.  Dad cut up the wet carpet and the soaked padding, and the humans took everything out of the house in dripping, heavy bundles.  They worked for almost 9 hours.  I helped by picking up (what was now) garbage and ripping up damp padding in the places that weren’t completely submerged, looking for a dry place to lie down.  I supervised everybody and made sure Dad kept cutting, cutting, cutting, and that Mom and Jamie kept hauling, hauling, hauling.  Move that furniture!  Carry those boxes!  And so on.

I learned a new word from the humans.  It rhymes with, “Duck”.  And the Duckling Sump Pump.  

There weren’t any ducks around, but a frog had climbed up through the sleeping Sump Pump and boy, he was a big one.  Mom tried catching it in Tupperware, and actually had it at one time in a plastic Ziploc bag, but the frog made a ginormous leap with his long back legs and Pop!  Right out of the bag.  Mom dropped the bag and screamed.  I ran through the puddles after the frog.  Mom screamed again, “No frog legs, Maggie!” and the frog scurried under some shelving.  Mom never did find him.

After all the work was done, Mom and Jamie could not straighten up.  Dad could barely move.  Finally, everyone creaked their way over to the bathroom and took showers.  Then we ate.  We had worked all day, and it was dark time now. 

I wonder what will happen to the basement next?  Maybe it will be a frog sanctuary. 

Woof!  Love, Maggie