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1/6/15 The Museum of Science and Industry

You’ll have to excuse me for being a little late with this post. It started snowing, and I’ve been spending all my available time hiding under blankets lest the humans force me to go outside and go potty in the freezing yard. So I haven’t had much time for the computer, what with the hiding and sleeping and all.


Flash back to Sunday and the last day of Christmas break. Jamie decided he’d like to do something productive with his day, and asked to go to Chicago’s famed “Museum of Science and Industry”. Dad agreed with zeal, but Mom was feeling iffy. She said she wouldn’t be much fun since she would be worrying about what time they left and all the things she had to do at home. So, she opted to stay at the house and get everything ready for the return to school; plus, check through correspondence, sort through bills, and work on the third manuscript.

That sounded like a plan to me since I knew I wouldn’t be going in the crate if Mom stayed home. Muahahaha!

Soon, the guys were zipping up jackets and donning hats. I had to wonder if there had been a change in plans, so I slunk under the kitchen table and tried to make myself invisible (white dog + white floor = where’s the dog?? Right??) Anyway, Mom busted me out and said that I was being silly and couldn’t I see that she still had her fluffy slippers on? I conceded the point, and came out and said goodbye to Dad and Jamie at the door.

Mom and I had a great afternoon together. She worked on the manuscript and got everything ready to avoid a mad scramble at 6:00 the following morning. So it was good on our end. Got in some good cuddle time too, during breaks.

Jamie came back with lots of pictures, some of which I’ll share here with you:

(Yes, those are real planes, dangling from the ceiling. Jamie told me that you can walk in and sit down in the passenger plane!)


Of course, Jamie knows the name, make, and model of all the aircraft. “That’s a train in the background,” he helpfully told Mom. (Mom rolled her eyes). The Museum had their famous “Christmas Around the World” trees up and that is one thing Mom wished she could have seen. Here is a shot of the harbor side of the Museum’s train layout.


And here’s the Real Deal, the California Zephyr:


They also saw the U505, a German submarine that was captured in WWII, and lots of other cool stuff.

I’m glad the guys had a great day out. But I’m also glad I had a great day in!

Woof! Love, Maggie

1/27/14 Lurking

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