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12/1/13 The House Smells Like The Forest Preserve

There’s a tree in the dining room.

There are four trees in the living room.

There are tiny trees in the kitchen, bathroom, and bedrooms.

The trees are everywhere, and the house smells like the Forest Preserve but with no joggers.  The trees don’t smell like other dogs, either.

I checked the trees carefully for squirrels.  I thought I’d have one in the bag for sure, but, nope, no squirrels.

The trees are all bright and shiny.  They are festooned with little balls and toys of every kind.  I gently removed one of the balls but it tasted glittery, not bouncy or playful.  I took it carefully over to my dog bed to study it.  But, Mom saw it shining there and hung it back on the tree. I padded over and looked at it.  It made my snout look enormous.  Mom shooed me away from the tree and I slunk back to my bed to think. 

What the heck is going on?  The whole house looks different.

I’d spent a couple of days over by the Alpha Male, Daryl, and from what Mom told me about the kids that were over, I’m really glad that I had some time away. 

I came back and there were some lovely pies and other good-smelling things to eat.  Jamie took a piece of pecan pie and I jumped up and snatched it off the table to try for myself.  Delicious sneak-attack!

I’ve never had a holiday in a real home before.  I’m so curious about everything, from the lights on the trees to the decorations on the lawn.  And let me say it again:  everything smells goooood.

Mom, Dad and Jamie are watching A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.  Mom says she loves that story and reads it every year.  Mom’s eyes are bright with tears and Dad’s are, too, but he’s lying about it and saying he has dust in his nose. 

I have to go now, because I want to find out if Tiny Tim will live.

Love, Maggie

 

 

 

9/16/13 Weekend Update

Other than the migraine incident, we did have one nice day this weekend, and Mom decided to take advantage of it and put up the Halloween decorations.  Our house is now festooned with pumpkins, cats (jeez, cats!), and smiling monsters and skeletons.  I am very interested in the spooky little Halloween village, but Mom says, “Paws off!” so I am keeping my distance.  For now, anyway.

I’ve never experienced holidays of any sort before in a real home, and the preparation is exciting to me!  There is much mischief to be made with cardboard boxes of decorations and their newspaper stuffing.  Much shredding to do (nods wisely) and no coffee aftertaste like when I steal the K-cups!

Mom and Jamie and I put up an inflatable witch in front of the house.  I helped by stealing the hammer and rolling in the grass not long after my bath.  I like all the decorations.  Mom decorates cute, not scary, so there’s no weird noises or flashing lights to tweak a dog out.  Mom wonders how I will do at “Christmas”.  She says Christmas is her favorite, and she decorates every room.  I’ll bet there’s a LOT of newspaper and boxes then!  Whoo-hoo!  I can’t wait.

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Finishing off the weekend, Mom and Dad went to the store after Jamie went to bed.  Mom needed a new pillow.  Her old one was flat and hard and she said it wasn’t helping her head any lying on a piece of concrete.  So off they went, leaving me alone in the house with a sleeping Jamie.

Normally, I’d just wander into his room and go to sleep myself on the cushy dog bed.  But lately, I’ve taken to nabbing Jamie’s Lego bricks, socks, shoes, and, really, anything I can get a mouth on.  If you saw Jamie’s room, you’d know I have a lot of snatch n’ dash options!  So, they shut his door before they left.  Big mistake.

When my human parents came home, they were less than delighted to see (and smell) the large package of dog “surprise” I had deposited on the hallway floor.  I came out happily to given them an initial greeting, and tell them I was pleased they weren’t gone too long, but quickly slunk under the dining room table when confronted with two sets of pointing fingers and Mom giving me “The Look”.

Mom cleaned up the surprise package while Dad did a great job of standing and pointing, and saying, “Uh-oh!”  I guess that’s a fair distribution of labor.  I felt bad about what I did, but then again, “–it happens”!

Fortunately, they weren’t too mad at me, and we all trooped upstairs to bed, with the new pillow in tow.  Comfy! 

Hope you had a great weekend!  Woof!  Love, Maggie