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5/12/15 My Two-Year Family-versary!

Two years ago today, my life changed forever.

I was not much more than a puppy myself when I was bred, my pups taken, and I was kicked out, shivering, into the cruel streets and the snow. Cold, frightened, confused, terrified even – I still trusted humans enough to let the kind people at the Animal Welfare League pick me up and bring me back to the shelter. I was grateful for a temporary home and to be out of the brutal Chicago winter. I was incredibly sad about my puppies.

However, although I was out of the elements, my future was uncertain and the months dragged by. I got sick twice. I wondered what would happen to me. The bright spots in my day were when the volunteers took me out and played with me. I loved that. But my anxiety and stress increased every day. I had a large sore on the top of my head from where I’d taken to banging it against the top of the metal cage.

Then on May 12, 2013, I met the people that I knew would be my family. True, they walked slowly amongst the kennels and looked at every dog. But they kept coming back to me.

When a shelter worker brought me to the back room to meet them, I tried to explain to them that they were MY people, by kissing them, hugging them, and leaning up against them with all my might. Truthfully I thought my legs were going to give out from underneath me. I never wanted to let go.

Oh, the joy I felt! I could tell they loved me back. The pats, kisses, smiles, hugs. They never wanted to let go, either. I wanted to go home with them there and then, but I had to have a “spay” first. The nice shelter people were going to watch over me a for day or two after the surgery, but my new family was so worried that AWL let them come and take me home just a few hours later. It was a delicate ride, with Dad going very slowly and watching every bump and pothole!

Like I said, that was two years ago. I still remember every detail. I remember the smiles radiating from Jamie and Mom; the smell of Dad’s hand as he reached out to – very gently! – pat my fur.

My life is so different now, so changed, and not just because I have a soft bed to sleep on and Mom’s arm around me every night. It’s because I have a stable home, an adoring family, and all the love that my big, big heart can hold. Sometimes, I’m so happy, I think it’s bursting!

It’s so good to have a place called, “home”.

Woof! Love, Maggie

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2/13/14 9 Months and Counting

I should have posted this yesterday, but again with the computer problems.  The 12th marked my 9 month anniversary of being adopted!  And I’ve learned something important:

My humans leave the training collar and lead on all day.  As soon as I get up, Pop!  It goes on over my neck.  I have learned that this is so I know who is in control (they are) and who is the dog (I am).

Which is why I got such a kick out of it last night, when Mom went into the washroom to brush her teeth.  By the time she came out, I was sitting with my paws crossed in a ladylike fashion on my pillow.

The training collar, lead, and Jamie’s shoe were in the middle of the floor.

Who’s in charge? 

And the look on Mom’s face – priceless.

Woof!  Love, Maggie

12/20/13 Christmas Cookies

Mom says this “getting ready” time before Christmas is her favorite time of year.  Today, she is baking about 6 different types of cookies.  I, of course, am helping by getting underfoot.  Mom says I can’t have the cookie dough because Demon Chocolate is involved in some of it.  I can sense the excitement in the air, and I’ve been running back and forth.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard, “Leave it!” and “Hey, Nose!” so much in my entire life.

One of the cookies Mom is baking is “ice cream kolacky” (pronounced, kol-ach-kee).  It was Mom’s Mom’s recipe.  Mom has a folded up piece of paper with her mother’s handwriting on it.  (Recipe to follow).  Mom says it has been many, many Decembers since her Mom passed away from an illness that the doctors assured her was 100% curable.  Mom says baking the cookies brings back memories of her Mom, especially since she can see her Mom’s neat, cursive hand.  Jamie sampled a kolacky and quickly said that there probably wouldn’t be any left for when Vanessa came over.

Like me, Mom was adopted.  But I was adopted when I was 1.5 years old; Mom was adopted when she was a baby.  Like me, she was unwanted, so Mom knows a thing or two about being kicked to the curb.  Also like me, Mom found a forever home.  The holidays are about family, and family is important to both of us.

When the kolacky were finished baking, I looked at Mom standing in the kitchen.

She is wearing a T-shirt with a Pitbull on it.  It’s all ripped up.  She’s coated in flour and powdered sugar from head to foot.  She has the beautiful strains of a classical “Silent Night” playing.  And right there, in front of the oven, I jumped up on my hind legs, wrapped my front paws around her waist, and gave my Mom a hug.  She didn’t tell me, “Off” or “Down”…she just hugged me back.  If you can…go give your Mom a hug.  If you can’t, send her a thought or a prayer. 

Woof!  Love, Maggie

Grandma Val’s Ice Cream Kolacky

1 lb. butter (not margarine), softened

1 pint vanilla ice cream (the cheaper the ice cream, the better…fancy ice cream has too high a cream content) softened to easy scooping but not melted

4 cups all purpose flour

Canned fruit toppings (SOLO and Bohemian Maid are good brands)

Cream together the softened butter and ice cream.  When well blended (it will look a little chunky from the ice cream being cold still), add the flour one cup at a time, until you have a smooth dough.

Pinch the dough and roll into small balls.  Press your thumb into each ball to make a thumbprint.  Fill the indentation with fruit filling.  Bake in a 350 degree oven for 20-25 minutes.  Cool, and sift powdered sugar over the cookies.  (Ovens vary, Mom bakes hers for 22 minutes).