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1/1/2014 Happy New Year to All!

Thank you to everyone for the good wishes over the holiday!  I’m trying to get caught up with all my comments and have been at the Reader until my eyes are about to pop.

I’ve written this blog to tell the story of how I came from a shelter to be with my new family.  And, through writing, I have found even more NEW family.  Vanessa (farfetchedfriends@wordpress.com) and her Young One came up from Arizona to visit with us.  Although I’ve spent some time in the crate while the humans ran around Chicago, we had a wonderful time.  The Young One always played with me, and I had lots of tug-o-war and other fun games.  Vanessa walked me and gave me lots of petting.  She brought me treats from the RunAMuck Ranch.  Yummy!

The humans had a fun time too:  The Morton Arboretum to see Christmas lights, a trip downtown to see The Bean, Michigan Avenue, State Street, a stop at The Pacific Garden Mission to be in the audience of an old-fashioned radio show (sound effects made in person!), a walk in the woods that started with beautiful scenery and ended with a pack of coyotes yowling.  Food was sampled:  Chicago style pizza, hot dogs (gotta have that celery salt!) as well as tons of other food.  (Mom and Dad started their diets today).

The humans stopped at the Sears Tower (called The Willis Tower only by tourists) with a view from the top.  I saw a picture of all the humans standing on The Ledge and believe me, I’m glad I’m a dog.

Cutest thing ever:  Jamie saying to Vanessa, “You and my Mom met kind of in a weird way.  Can I just call you Aunt Vanessa?” and I wagged my tail in hearty agreement. 

This 2014, remember that family is what you make it and sometimes, whom you make it.  And I love the new additions to my family!

Here’s that view from the top:

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Wishing you all a happy, healthy, prosperous 2014.  Sending you out Woofs, tailwags, dogsmiles and face licks!

Love, Maggie

 

 

 

12/2/13 Sleep Tight

Just a couple of fun notes today.  This morning, the milkman delivered something in a weird looking container and it smelled like t.r.o.u.b.l.e.  I crouched low to the ground, ears back, sniffing intently, a growl in my throat, lips peeled back to show a tooth here and there.  But, nothing sinister popped out.  Mom finally put the thing away in the garage.  I’m going to be keeping a look out for it.  (Mom’s note:  the milkman delivered a portable, styrofoam cooler containing ice cream.  It had a block of dry ice in it!!  Thought Maggie was going to have a fit!)

Later, after everybody came home, Jamie took me out back to play.  He had a long pole with a “fur tail” on it.  He kept swinging the pole around for me to chase.  But I gave a tremendous leap and snagged it right out of his hands!  I ran full-blast, Hairy Bullet style through the yard, around and around.  I was really getting my speed up when I ran right into the side of the house.  Smack!  Mom heard my big ole head hit the brick wall and she came out, worried, a dishtowel in her hands.  But I just shook it off and made for the swingset.  Had a little headache, but I’m fine now.

So Mom said, “That’s enough playing in the yard for one day!”  Thus, Jamie took the lead and we went for a walk. While we were out, I encountered the round cardboard that a frozen pizza is packaged in.  It was just lying out in the open on a lawn en route to the park.  Today was garbage day, and it must’ve blown away from the garbage truck somehow.  Treasure Time!  Pounce!!!  I grabbed it in my jaws and chewed off the shreds of frozen cheese before Jamie could stop me.  Deee-licious!  Jamie stopped and pointed in my direction, intent on telling me to “leave it” but I surprised him by jumping up and licking his outstretched finger.  That’s me, Maggie, with Point-and-Lick technology.

Finally, Mom said that I wasn’t sleeping when I was put to bed at night in the crate.  Dad doesn’t hear very well, so Mom lay there listening to me whine night after night while Dad snored away.  She pleaded and pleaded with Dad to let me come back to their room IF I sleep on the dog bed.  Dad finally relented:

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Mom took off the prong collar and all I can say is, “Aaaaaah.”

Sleep tight, humans, sleep tight.

Woof!

Love, Maggie

 

 

 

8/21/13 Made You Laugh!

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(Didja hear the one about the dog who barked up the wrong tree?  (hahaha!)

I love a good joke, whether I’m stealing Mom’s pillow or nabbing her shoes, I like a good laugh as much as the next dog. 

Jamie, however, has earned the title of Pun Master.  He writes all kinds of jokes and puns.  When Jamie was 5, he said, “What is a snake’s worst medical problem?  A Reptile Dysfunction!”  Then the comic strip Bizarro printed that joke about 2 years later.  Jamie was horrified!  “They stole my joke!”  He never said it again.

Jamie has no lack of original material.  He keeps Mom laughing (even when I have her shoes, or just now, her good purse).  So I’d like to take this opportunity to share some of what I think are his best jokes.  Just don’t send them in to Bizarro.

What do underwear use to water their plants?  A panty hose!

What does the Pope use to wipe up his spills?  Papal towels!

Where do toupees keep their clothes?  A hair dresser!

Where do frogs live when they retire?  Pondominiums!

Why wasn’t the potato a public speaker?  He spud-ered!

My favorite:

What kind of dog do you put deodorant on?  A Pit Bull!

 Jamie is hard at work being a comedian, amongst other things.  And he had a great first day back at school, too.  I think the first day is always the hardest, what with the whole going-back thing. 

I hope these jokes brought a smile to your face!  Woof!  Love, Maggie

 

6/15/13 Grandma, and the Rainy Day Rocket

Grandma is here for another visit.  Even though I was very happy to see her, I didn’t jump.  Well, to tell the truth, I would have jumped, but Mom was holding my collar.  But soon I calmed down and got a treat for not jumping, so it all worked out for the best.

Dad says Grandma has “dementia”.  That’s a big word for a dog, but I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why Grandma acts like a young pup one minute and an old dog the next.  It makes Dad and Mom very sad to see.  I try to cheer them up.  Mom says Grandma is from “The Greatest Generation”, and I know that has something to do with history from Jamie.  Jamie knows all about “The Greatest Generation” because he loves history, and always has his snout in a book about it.

Speaking of Jamie, I can’t jump on him, either, because he slept on his pillow funny last night and now he is walking around with his head on crooked.  I’m afraid to go near him.  This is one of the reasons I do not sleep on the humans’ beds.  You just never know what’s going to happen up there, and what if you have to make a dash for the front door and get tangled up in blankets and stuffed animals?  I know a Greyhound once who was sleeping on a human bed and fell two feet to the floor when she rolled over.  Nearly broke a leg.  Now Jamie is walking around all slouched to one side.  No, sir, beds are horrible places.  The middle of the kitchen floor is much safer.

Today was cloudy, wet, and rainy, so naturally I was feeling my most energetic and mischievous.  I guess I kind of turn into a rainy day rocket.  First, I sneaked around and chewed every pair of shoes I could find.  Then, when Mom opened the back door to let some cool breeze in, I bolted out the screen door, ripped around the yard a couple of times right through the mud puddle next to the swing set, then a clear shot back into the kitchen, knocking three magnets off the screen door and sending them flying every which way. 

Unfortunately, my paws were wet, and as I came into the kitchen at max velocity “hairy bullet” style, I lost my footing, smacked into a kitchen chair, sending it skidding across the floor, and bumped my head – hard – on the table leg.  Dazed, I shook myself, and drops of water flew everywhere.  Mom felt sorry for me, even though I got her wet, and felt my head all over for lumps, then gave me a treat. 

The middle of the kitchen floor is looking pretty good right about now.  I think it might be time to calm down and take a breather!

6/13/13 Personal Trainers

 

Mondays and Wednesdays are my Laurel days.  Jamie and Mom go to the gym, which was always something of a mystery to me, until Mom had to go there today for some business, and took me along for the ride.  Now I know a little bit more about this strange and sweaty place.

 

The gym is a huge building with big windows and people going in and out all the time.  Watching the door is almost exercise enough in itself!  The humans are smiling when they go in and smell very interesting when they come out. 

 

Mom and Jamie have a trainer there named Mo, whom they like a whole lot, and he recently went to a far-away place across the world.  This made Mom and Jamie very sad, and Mom very worried, because she said there was “unrest” there.  I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s like Dad’s meetings, and has a lot to do with growling and sniffing.  See, I have noticed that you humans have it backwards:  you growl at each other first, then you sniff.  You should always sniff carefully first, before you growl.  If I may offer some advice, I would say that, personally, I think you humans would be better off as a species if everybody sniffed very carefully, then settled down to relax with a nice chew toy.  But that’s just my opinion.

 

 

Then there is Cooper.  Cooper teaches Jamie and Mom how to beat each other up with the sticks, and other martial arts.  And I have to say, Cooper is more like a cat than any human I have ever met.  He is absolutely silent, and appears behind you when he wasn’t there a minute ago.  I think he might have padded feet!

 

When Mom and Jamie see Mo and Cooper, they come back sweaty and can’t walk up and down the stairs for two days and say, “Oooh” and “Aaah” a lot.  But they keep going back for more.  For the life of me, I don’t understand why they just don’t chase tennis balls in the backyard, or run around with a few good tree branches in their mouths.

 

Jamie says this is the “Summer of Buff” and he and Mom are going to get in shape no matter how bad it hurts.  Believe me, they are both hurting.

 

I think I’ll stick to chasing tennis balls in the yard.  Oooh!  Aaah!