Tag Archives: Mom

11/23/14 Wearing a lot of hats

Woof! I’ve been wearing a lot of hats lately around here. First and foremost, I have to keep an eye on Mom. I also have to be ready for snuggles at a moment’s notice.

I also have to be extra-vigilant in Guarding the House. With Mom on the couch, I am on the alert for intruders, cats, racoons, the UPS man, you name it. 🙂

Also today I had to supervise Dad and Jamie with the Cleaning of the House. Things were going smoothly until the football game came on. Then Dad would fold a sock; go sit down. Fold a towel during a commercial; go sit down. Move the chairs to vacuum; go sit down. And so forth and so on. I finally had to give him a little bark to get him to finish the job and then go sit down. Lucky I would never nip him!

Mom stayed on the couch so I had to Inspect. Sniff, sniff. Dining room floor is clean. Sniff, sniff. No dust  bunnies under the couch. Sniff, sniff. Aha! A crumb on the kitchen floor. Slurp, slobber, just doing my part, sir.


In one of my hats…


And in another!

Woof! Love, Maggie

10/13/14 Well.

Hello, Friends. It’s Elizabeth. Maggie kindly let me use her blog to reach out to all of you and thank you for the love and support you have shown me.

The ordeal is not over I am afraid.

In a nutshell, my test results came back indicating a precancerous condition that must have surgery to prevent (the precancerous condition) from coming back as cancer. Not the best news, not the worst, but…well. There it is. Major surgery in about a month.

I am going Thursday for yet another exam to see if the first surgery is healed up. Then we schedule The Big One. Doctor would like everything to be done within 30 days.

My fear is the downtime, 6-8 weeks. No going to the gym, no working much around the house, no working for that matter, and no doing too much of anything at all.  I don’t know how my husband is going to balance everything and I am very, very, worried.

I think a family meeting is in order.

Thanks again, and while I’m snuggling with Maggie to make myself feel better, I’m going to ask Jamie to do some guest blogs for her.

Your friend,


9/20/14 A good day – at the beach??

Mom and Dad got up early this morning to go to the doctor for Round 1 of tests before the operation.  They did not put me in the crate; rather, opened the door to Jamie’s room and let me bunk in with him for a bit. Not that I let him sleep.  I was too pushy to get under the covers for that!

When Mom and Dad came home, they had something to eat and then Dad went to work. Mom said the people at the doctor’s office were very kind and gentle; nonetheless, she felt tired, wanted a painkiller, to rest a bit, and “pretend like the office visit did not happen.” Mom got into bed and I happily followed suit.

It is just the bare twinges of Fall.  The trees, which are too many to count since our back yard borders on the woods, have just a touch of crispness in the leaves. Only a few are starting to change color. Mom says when the wind blows through the trees, it sounds like gentle waves at the ocean.

Mom fell asleep and when she woke up, she pet my tummy and said she’d had the most marvelous dream that she was sleeping on a lounge chair, covered up in a beach blanket, with a cabana umbrella over her head.  She said she could hear the water gently lapping up on the shore, and when she woke, she didn’t know at first where she was, or if she had sand between her toes.

I am glad Mom had a good rest. After she rested, she, Jamie, and I went out and worked in the yard a bit.  The sun was warm, and it made a pleasing pattern with the plants:


It has become cloudy, and started to rain.  I don’t mind and neither does Mom. She said, “We had a good day at the beach, didn’t we, Maggie?” and laughed.  I smiled back at her. We did.


Love, Maggie

9/17/14 Update on Mom (A little bit graphic)

Hi all, Maggie here.  I’ve been guarding Mom constantly since she has mostly been in bed.  I don’t mind saying I enjoy my time on the human bed, but with Mom being sick, it’s not the same.

Mom asked me to share what happened and this is how it went.  On 9/11, Mom had what she called a “spot”.  She called a certain VA clinic in the area, and at that time was transferred to the “advice nurse” at a certain VA hospital.  The bottom line of this was the nurse told Mom if she got worse to call the doctor back.  In the evening, Mom started to bleed.  Heavily.  She called the local hospital and they told her she needed to discuss this with her doctor and to get in touch with her ASAP.  By now the clinic was closed.  Mom went to bed and put her feet up.  She seemed weak, and I guarded her all night.

At 7:30 a.m. on 9/12, Mom called the clinic and told them it was urgent that she speak to the doctor and why.  They took a message.  When, by 2:00, the doctor had not called, Mom called the VA hospital again to find out the whereabouts of her doctor, and the lady on the phone at that time told Mom, “I ought to slap you for not being in the ER”.  Mom was shocked.

Mom called Erik and asked for him to take her to the ER.  Erik quickly came over. By this time, Mom was really bleeding, dizzy, lightheaded, nauseated, dehydrated, with a migraine headache. Erik knew Mom would not make it an hour to the VA hospital so he took her to the local civilian hospital. I went into the crate with no problem because I knew something was up.

At the hospital, Mom was taken care of immediately. They gave her fluids, medication, and all sorts of tests.  A small fibroid tumor and a small cyst was found. There were other things, too, and the doctor told Mom that cancer was a big concern and that Mom had to follow up with the “lady doctor” ASAP and do not wait.  Since it was the weekend, Mom made the appointment for Monday, thinking the VA might call between Friday night and Monday morning.  But the VA STILL did not call.  So, Mom went to the lady doctor, who was very nice, and tried not to scare Mom, and scheduled something called, “surgery” for October 2.  Mom will find out if she has this cancer thing or not at that time.

In the meantime, Mom stopped the abnormal bleeding after about 5 days.  She is feeling stronger but still has some pain.  She has to go for blood work and pre-op tests, which means I will be spending some more time in the crate.  Everyone has been nice to her and has let her sleep.  I of course, am right there with her.  Mom can count on me.  I am glad Mom is feeling better, and we are all hoping for good news come October 2.  Thank you all for caring for Mom, and I hope this post was not too gory.  Thank you, and Woof! to everybody.

Love, Maggie

PS – the doctor still has not called, and Mom wrote them a very nasty letter.  -M.

2/2/14 The Scarf

Mom owns a beautiful, soft, wool and cashmere blend scarf that is her favorite possession.  Mom has taken great care of the scarf.  Dad gave it to her for Valentine’s Day some years ago (that could account for its softness, besides the blend of materials) and she really treasures it. 

I know all of this because she told me last night after I jumped up and snatched it off the back of the chair and took it to my place on the stairs and chewed a big hole in it before she could stop me. 

The scarf is totally ruined.  Mom is devastated and angry. 

Now I am ashamed of myself.  Mom isn’t talking to me.

Dad says he will replace the scarf, but Mom is still upset.  I’m in the doghouse big-time.

(tail droops) Love, Maggie