5/19/15 (Terrible) Tuesdays

Tuesdays are usually terrible around here. Dad has a meeting every week, and that means Mom has to drive Jamie to school. Which means that, right after breakfast, I’m popped into the crate. In what seems like a long time, Mom comes home, but before I know it, I’m back in the crate for her to go pick him up. Then, they’re back, but before I know it AGAIN, I’m back in the crate so she can drive him to tutoring. (sigh) It’s a ruff life.

I have a lot, I mean a LOT, of anxiety, so Mom can’t leave me out of the crate, or I might hurt myself. However, I also get severely car sick, so she doesn’t have much choice in locking me up since the medicine takes about an hour to work.

Today, however, when Mom put me in the crate to drive Jamie to school, things were worse than usual. I crouched on the ground and started to shiver. Mom knew I was having an anxiety attack, and she messaged Dad, “could he get Jamie from school since there is early dismissal” but Dad said, “Not today.” Mom knew that meant less time out of the crate in between trips. She was so upset about my anxiety attack, that when she came back, she hustled me upstairs and under the blankets on the human bed. Then she brought me some car-sick medicine slathered in peanut butter, and stayed with me for over an hour.

Once I was nice and relaxed and rested up, Mom put my “jewelry” (collars) on, and I jumped for joy. I knew she was going to take me out in the little car.

Then, my anxiety got the better of me. Where were we going? Was she dropping me off somewhere? Were we going to the Vet? Where was everybody? I yawned, and licked my lips, and whined, and cried, but I did not throw up. The whole time, Mom kept talking to me in a soothing voice. She kept saying, “Jamie” and “school”, but I didn’t make the connection until we pulled up to the building and Jamie appeared out of thin air.

I quieted down right away, having put two and two together. I gave a big sigh, and stretched out on the blanket on the back seat of the car. I could relax. We were just getting my young human, and bringing him home.

Woof! Love, Maggie


4 thoughts on “5/19/15 (Terrible) Tuesdays

  1. Susan P

    You have my sympathy, Maggie, my friend. I have anxiety issues myself and I know how NOT fun that is when it starts to spin. Love you, little girl. XO I’m glad you have a mom who understands.

    1. maggie0019 Post author

      Mom is taking me to the Vet today. She says that maybe Dr. Craig can help me. Also, (I’m ashamed to admit it) I’m having a problem keeping “dry” at night, and she thinks I might have a UTI. So I will keep you posted. Today is a better day, and I hope it is for you, too! Woof! (licks hand)

  2. hitandrun1964

    Oh, Maggie, I’m so sorry life can be so difficult for you at times. It’s that way for everyone but hard for a puppy who can’t really talk. I must say…you look like royalty all wrapped up in your blankets. That color suits you. Brings out the highlights in your lovely face. You have such a nice mom. I’m so happy about that. Hope you feel better. Hugs on you Maggie…arf.


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