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1/8/15 C-cc-cold

Brrrr! It is extremely, dangerously cold. Hypothermia in a matter of minutes.

Jamie put my coat on me but I didn’t wear it long.


Potty is not my friend these days. I went out to pee, and my hind legs got so cold, I was dragging myself back into the house with only my front legs working. Mom ran out and got me. She screamed for Jamie and they covered me up with blankets and got me warm and happy again. Then, Jamie braved the cold to shovel me out a designated “potty area” so I don’t have to put my feet in the snow. That made things easier.

However, I’m just going to stay in with a good book and hold it!


Woof! Love, Maggie


12/9/13 Fluffy White Stuff

It’s bitterly cold.  It’s about seven degrees, and I can’t stand it!  I hate this fluffy white stuff that is all over the ground.  I heard it was called, “snow”.  Whatever it is, it compacts in my paws, freezes my feet, and is so cold it hurts my pads.  Mom is threatening to buy me booties!  She did buy me a coat, though, and it’s hard to complain about it because it’s keeping me warm:


(I must say, I am a good-looking dog!)

It’s so cold, that it’s hard to check for messages outside.  All I’m doing is my business and running back in the house.  Then I shake, shake, shake, off the pesky flakes. Since I am not burning off much energy outdoors, I am (kinda) running through the house.  Mom is being understanding, though.  I really know I am not a winter dog.  Yep, definitely no Husky in there.  Except, I do like to come in and warm up on my soft bed.  That part is OK.  If I was a human, I’d be the one sitting in front of the fire at the ski lodge, drinking cocoa while everyone else hit the bunny slopes.

Mom says this is hardly any snow and I haven’t seen anything yet.  Oh, brother!  I thought I would like the snow, but I don’t!

Woof!  Love, Maggie (shiver)

12/5/13 It’s C-ccccold!

My fur coat is thin.  I have lost 5 pounds.  Can I just say, “IT’S COLD OUT THERE!”  (teeth chatter).  I do not want to go outside to use the facilities.  I do not want to go for a walk because the wind is going right through me.  I want to lie on my pillow in the warm house with all these pretty lights on, and with the good smell of the woods to tickle my nose indoors.

I am so grateful I have a warm home this year.  I admit, I was twitchy and itchy and a little wild the last few days.  But I love my family, and I am so incredibly grateful to be homed for 7 months and counting.  I can hardly believe I was that skinny, bony, shelter dog.  My birthday is coming up in January.  I am going to be two years old.  Mom says that “puppy energy” is one of the reasons I am still having my wild spells.  But they are fewer since I have been to Boot Camp. 

Jamie says we are going to PetSmart tomorrow to buy me a coat.  Mom had bought one, but it was too small.  Naturally, I thought she was playing a game with me and I wrestled her back when she tried wrestling me into the coat.  Woof!  She figured out pretty quick that it didn’t fit.  She was thinking of getting me booties, but I gave her A Look.  She put them back.  I’m not a poodle, you know.

Woof!  Stay warm!  Love,  Maggie