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2/5/15 Bath Time

I should have known something was up when Mom cheerfully (overly cheerfully) called me upstairs to her room. Happily I followed along, thinking maybe we were going to have a cuddle session. No such luck.

Mom’s henchman Jamie was waiting behind the door and when I walked in, he ominously shut it. It was at that time that I heard the water running in the walk-in shower. Drat. I knew what was coming next. I sat on the bathroom floor, not making eye contact with Mom, hoping she would change her mind. But, again, I should have known better. Double drat!

Let me backtrack. I have to see the Vet tomorrow. Since I ran away the other day and rolled in the mud and dashed through the thorn trees, my back is all broken out. Mom is worried so she is hauling me in for a checkup.

Earlier in the day, Laurel came by and took me for a quick walk. Although I begrudgingly wore my coat, it was still very cold and we didn’t stay out long, but long enough to get my belly and legs slushy. So put those facts together and the equation equals, “bathtime”.

Mom grabbed me under the shoulders (the indignity of it all) and then shoved my behind into the stall. Her partner in crime, Jamie the Goon, manned the water. Mom soaped me up with the Phyto-Vet medicated shampoo but good. Then Jamie showered me off.

You can’t argue with success; look at how clean I got:


It took two of them to towel me, but Mom knows I don’t like the blow dryer. Suddenly, I decided I had to pee. Mom didn’t want me to go out because of the cold, but I jumped at the back door, so Jamie took me out for a quick whiz and when I got back in I could barely walk. They threw a blanket over me and pretty soon I was feeling good again.

Mom gave me a new collar. It’s blue and pink and has Hawaiian flowers on it. Can’t see it too well:hawaiian

Then Mom told Jamie to give me a couple of treats for my ordeal. I hid behind the coffee table and gave him “the eye”:


Heck, I could smell the treats so I went for broke. I totally flashmobbed Jamie on the couch. I even jumped on the sofa – which is against the rules – to get the treat. But once I had secured it I jumped off.

I guess I’ll forgive Jamie and Mom, since they did give me treats, and I do feel and smell a lot better. Jamie got a shot of me in hurricane mode. Mom thinks this picture is very funny because my feet came out so clear and the rest is a blur. She says I look like a big hen with chicken feet. Very droll, ha ha, we are all laughing:


I’ll give you all an update tomorrow on what Dr. Craig says. I will be glad to get my back taken care of, because, truth be told, it IS somewhat itchy.

Woof! Love, Maggie Not-A-Chicken

4/14/14 Aloha Chicken

Mom whipped up a dish for dinner that she calls, “Aloha Chicken”, since she learned how to make it when she was serving in the Navy in Hawaii.  Basically, she takes a bunch of sauces, pineapple, and chicken, and either cooks it in the crock-pot or bakes it in the oven.  She serves it with rice (white or yellow) and a steamed vegetable. 

I didn’t think I was going to get a taste, even though I licked Mom and Jamie’s respective elbows.  I was sitting there, thinking, “Aloha, chicken” when Mom gave me a few tidbits off her plate.  While I devoured it, I thought, “ALOHA! Chicken!”  We could use a bit of the tropics right now, considering it has started to snow.  AGAIN.

This weekend, we had mild temperatures and sun.  So, I lay down in the back yard next to Mom and watched some robins.


The sun felt warm, and good, and I was happy to be outside for a bit.  I’ve pretty much given up on chasing robins, or other birds (except for the geese) because they are fast and fly away quickly.  So, now when I go outside and see some birds, I put on fierce stance, and give them The Look, then let them fly away.

Up on the sloping part of the back yard that we call Breed’s Hill, some flowers are budding:


But, now it is snowing, and everyone is worried about our tender little blooms.

We are supposed to get 1/2″ of snow.  It’s enough that I don’t want to go outside.  Mom gave me a new chew bone, and I think I’ll stay in, curled up on my blanket and chewing on my new acquisition.

Hope the weather is better where you are,

Woof!  Love, Maggie