Can you see me?
I found a good spot under the dining room table that allows my face to be in the sun, my butt in the shade, and a good view (if I turn my head) of the front window so I can spot intruders. I like lurking beneath the table. It’s hard for my people to wrangle me into the crate from here.
The news has been slow lately. I mean, really slow. The “polar vortex” seems to have come back, and everyone is house-bound. The only thing amiss I saw on the street today was a garbage can that got blown over. So I put up a barking fit about that, hair raised and everything! I’m a good guard dog, and if I see anything out of place on my street, I let everyone know. Then I go back to My Spot under the table. The sun feels gooood. I’m glad that it is out. I don’t like when we don’t see the sun for days at a time. I can’t wait for it to warm up. An added bonus to under-the-table-lurking: when I roll over, I don’t fall down the stairs. I have a “spot” on the stairs, too, but sometimes, I roll over in my sleep and tumble right down them. Ouch!
Today when Mom checked the temp in Zeus it registered -6. That’s no wind chill, either. It’s too cold to snow, but the snow that we do have has been blowing and drifting. The place looks like a white desert! I have to wade through it to get to a clear spot in the back yard to do my business. And there is a clear spot: the crop circle where Mom and Dad put the pool up last year. The snow blows right off it and lets me have a nice, round, target. However, that stiff wind blows right up my tail, and I’ve been putting up a good fight about going out. You humans have it lucky. I have to run around in a circle three times in the snow before I can “go”. (Don’t ask. It’s a dog thing.)
Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m going to be 2 years old! Wait – in human years, I’m 14! Maybe it’s time to show some adolescent attitude! (“Here, sir, let me chew that shoe.”) I’m excited about my birthday. My people bought me a bag of stuff, but when I went to inspect it with my nose, they told me to “go lay down” and hung it up. I hate being told to go lay down. I’ve been looking at that bag all day and wondering what is in it. Mom said she was going to make me a special birthday dinner, too. I hope it’s wet food. I’m getting tired of dry. I’ll post again tomorrow and let you know how everything went. Thanks for reading!
Woof! Love, Maggie
I have been informed by WP that I have reached the milestone of, “1,000 Likes”. While to some bloggers, this number is small, it represents a huge achievement for me. (Tail wags!) I want to thank you from the bottom of my Hairy Bullet heart for your Likes and Following my blog. I know you could be doing other things with your time, and I try to put out a good, clean, blog for all to read. I was excited a few months ago to have 5 Followers and 5 Likes, and I am just as excited today to reach this number with all of you. Woof!
I was further nominated for A Christmas Bouquet (3 awards out of 48) by Ajaytao (Ajaytao2010@wordpress.com). I am so grateful for his kind recognition. If you are unfamiliar with Ajaytao, I urge you to check out his blog, and feast your eyes on his breathtaking pictures, his words of wisdom and sage advice, and poetic writing. Thank you.
Finally, I wanted to re-introduce myself to some of my new followers. I am Maggie, an American Staffordshire Terrier (commonly referred to as a “Pitbull”). I am going to be 2 years old on January 28. I was beaten, bred, my pups taken, thrown out into the street like trash, lived for 6 months without even a blanket in an animal shelter, and was put up for adoption by the kind, hard-working people there. I was taken to my new home 7 months ago, and this blog is a diary of my journey from Shelter Dog to Family Pet, and my observations of Life As Seen By A Dog.
Thank you again for your support of my project, your kind words, and your time. It means a lot to me!
Woof! Love, Maggie
Today is Jamie’s birthday! He received some model trains as a gift from Mom and Dad. The passenger cars were sleek and beautiful, with light-up windows showing the silhouettes of the people. Jamie worked on his layout for a while in the Train Room, then went back to the Hot Wheels Racetrack. Oh, boy!!!
Jamie set up the track on the table, through the back of the chair, and over the counter. This way, he could release the car from the jump and have it travel through two rooms without touching the ground. Every time I heard a car start to slide, I leaped up and tried to nab it. I love this game! However, in the kitchen, one of Mom’s K-cups fell to the floor during a brief struggle over a car. Quickly, I snatched up the fallen K-cup and ran to the dining room with my treasure! Didn’t make it all the way there, though; I crunched down hard on the K-cup and its contents spewed everywhere. Blueberry coffee! It was quite fragrant. I got some of the grounds in my mouth and flapped my tongue all over trying to get rid of it. Ewww, yuck! I sat there flapping while Mom and Jamie laughed really hard. Then Mom decided the coffee smelled so good she’d have some, too!
Jamie and I are still playing with the cars. We played hooky from Canine College today since Grandma is over and we have to watch her. So I’ll write more from the Pit Stop about Jamie’s birthday, later.
Woof! Love, Maggie
The Air Conditioner is back on line. The Repairman came and I had to go in the crate. Jamie put the fan not too far from my crate and Mom turned it on so that I would be cool. By the time the transformer was fixed, it was over 80 degrees in the house! So I’m glad I had the fan.
I don’t like being in the crate, though.
Grandma came over and I jumped on her. A couple of times. They are really trying to keep me off her. Then Grandma said, “You’d Better Get Rid of That Dog!”
Back in the crate. Mom said, “We are Not Getting Rid of That Dog.” Mom does not look happy and in fact, she looks stressed out. Grandma is here until tomorrow and Mom has to watch both of us. I’m confused, because Grandma keeps saying to get rid of me, then she feeds me at the table. I know she feeds me, so I jump on her. Mixed signals from humans do not help me at all.
At least Mom is going to see a Bruce Willis movie tonight for her birthday after Grandma goes to bed. I suppose I will have to go back in the crate, because of the jumping thing. (sigh) I am not looking forward to going back in the crate.
Well, at least Air Conditioner is working.
Today was kind of a strange day. When Mom took Jamie to school, she locked me in my crate instead of taking me for the ride with her! She said it was to protect us both.
Later, Laurel came over to sit with me and Jamie while Mom, Erik, and Jenny went out for a while. When everyone came home, including Dad, that’s when all the noise started. I guess it was Erik’s birthday today, and the humans had a little party, which I was not used to!
First, they played games around the kitchen table and laughed a lot. Then, they ordered good-smelling food in flat boxes that a strange man brought to the front door. After that, they had a nice-looking cake that they started on fire, and then they tore up a lot of paper. They played some noisy music, and danced and sang, which scared and confused me. The whole thing was loud and distracting. I didn’t know what to do since I had never seen them acting this way.
After a while, everybody left and it was time for bed. My people were still smiling. I think the party made the humans happy.