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9/25/16 The Apple Orchard

Today, the humans went out to the apple orchard to pick apples, because Mom wanted to bake pies. They’d been going to this particular orchard since Jamie was just a tot. They’ve seen this farm grow and grow and become a huge attraction. Maybe it’s gotten a bit too famous, because the line to get in the parking lot took 25 minutes.

I took a great nap while they were gone:


(ahh, the human bed and all its covers…mine!!!)

Dad took this picture of Jamie and Mom near the trees:


It was so crowded, they didn’t stay too long. Mom said she was shocked and disappointed that some of the apple trees’ trunks were broken almost in half from people climbing them when they are not supposed to. Much of the fruit was rotting on the vines as well, because of the damaged branches. Next year, they are going to find a smaller place to pick apples.

Back at home, Mom got busy preparing her pie crust. She enlisted Jamie to peel and core the apples. She has this contraption that peels, cores, and slices the juicy fruit. Jamie calls it the “apple murder machine”:


(as you can see, he’s quite serious about murdering the apples.)

Dogs like apples, so I got a slice or two. Mom rolled out the dough and, instead of a top crust, placed little leaf crust “cookies” on the fresh filling. She brushed them with milk and sprinkled sugar on them. Soon the pies were baking and the house smelled wonderful. Mom said it reminded her of a scene out of”LuLu’s Pie Shoppe”, a story Gigi wrote (gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com). Then she and Jamie cleaned up the kitchen. The apples had been very juicy, and I contentedly licked a small puddle of sweetness from the floor before Mom shooed me away and mopped up.

Now the pies are baked and out of the oven. The one in the glass dish is for Erik and the other will probably be eaten by the end of the night!


I hope I get a crust cookie!

Woof! Love, Maggie


3/7/15 The Sporn Halter and Other Adventures

Mom was in a sour mood for most of the day. She has uncovered a new, battery-powered nemesis: Bathroom Scale. Mom visited Bathroom Scale for a short time this morning and was scowling for a long time thereafter.

It warmed up considerably today, to about 40 degrees F, and Mom took me out in the early morning sunshine to the Frozen Turdra that is our backyard. However, the snow was softer and the sky was blazing blue and the birds were singing in the trees. This made Mom’s dark mood evaporate and she soon became cheerful again. Me, I was just happy to not be freezing while I did my business!

Back upstairs, we found Dad shaving in the bathroom. Mom felt energized from the crisp morning, and decided to change the sheets on the bed. After she pulled me off the bed twice, she managed to strip the sheets. Naturally, I obliged her by jumping back on the bare mattress:


Beginning to feel bad again, Mom enlisted Dad’s help to evict me once and for all, and to get the new sheets on the bed. Seeing the storm cloud over Mom’s head, Dad, clad in his shorts and T-shirt, quickly obliged, and between the two of them, they got the bed made while I looked on.

Later in the day, Grace, the Mail Lady, brought Mom a package, and she was delighted. Mom does not want to use the prong or choke collar, so she had purchased The Sporn Halter online, and had been waiting for it to arrive. She promised a New Era of dog walking with The Sporn.

Wisely, Mom waited until Dad came home from work to try to figure out the puzzle that was this halter. As Dad pieced it together, I, sensing a game, jumped all over and ran about the kitchen like a mad dog. Oh, this was fun! Dad changed my collar and everything!

Finally, after many attempts, Dad got the halter together and then he tried to put it on me. Gleeful that my Alpha Male wanted to play, I jumped with paws on his shoulders, licked his hands, and flopped to the floor, rolling over on my back to show my belly. Dad struggled mightily to adjust the halter and get it under my two front legs and then attach it to the new collar. I chewed the soft faux-Sherpa lining, swiped everyone with my paws, and tried to nibble Dad’s sleeves. “Maggie, knock it off!” Dad huffed, his glasses coated with dog slobber.

Mom said the bad words to Dad, “Jim, I think you might need to BEND DOWN to put it on her.” Dad attempted to bend and took the kitchen chair with him. Crash! More fun!

It took all three of the humans to pin me down and get the halter on. Nobody could get a picture because everyone’s hands were on me, and I grinned and grinned from my position on my back, thumping my tail steadily on the floor. Mom said, “I don’t think Laurel is going to like this very much.” No one answered her.

After the chairs were righted, and I shook myself off, and the humans brushed themselves off from dog hair and slobbery goo, Mom announced that it was Time To Try It Out and to Go For A Walk. I dashed about happily when I saw the leash, and after Dad fastened it to the halter, I tried to pull but was caught up short.

We all went out and, although the halter felt weird and will take some getting used to, I have to say, it was much better than the prong. Jamie took a picture, here it is:


Mom said Jamie took a great picture, and Dad said, “Maybe Maggie’s just a good model!” Everyone agreed.

Well, goodbye for now. I am going upstairs to rumple up all the fresh sheets on Mom and Dad’s clean bed. Then I am going to make a nest and have a nap. Dad is already sleeping on the couch, snoring his head off. I think I wore him out!

Woof! Love, Maggie

3/6/15 Car Wash

Mom played a little trick on me today. Not that it was a bad one, but it was a trick nonetheless.

Mom wanted to take Zeus to her favorite car wash, but she didn’t want to leave me and put me in the crate. So she slipped a little pill inside a lump of peanut butter, which I gratefully gulped down, then felt sleepy and rested. All the while I was resting, Mom was getting things ready: a fleece blanket in the back seat, a new air freshener unwrapped, any trash (Mom is nutso about trash in Zeus) thrown away.

After about an hour and a half human time, Mom said it was time to go. I crouched near the floor, thinking it was “crate time”, but Mom laughed at me and called me silly girl and said, “Let’s go outside to the potty, then we’ll take a ride.”

We got outside and there were some interesting ice formations, like this free-standing one inside the bush:


and this breathtaking one that Mom says looks like a chandelier:


It flows from the roof to the tree to the Evergreen all the way to the ground.

Speaking of ground, when we went out back I saw the two black cats sunning themselves in my backyard. I perked up my ears but did not bark or raise my hair. Mom patted me and told me, “Good girl, let the kitties be” and I snorted and went about my business. Mom was very proud. See, my harness (this is something new) hasn’t arrived yet and I could have easily broken out of my regular collar if I had wanted to chase the furry critters. I know I could have. But I didn’t. Mom says this is “progress”.

Finally, when we were done snooping outside, Mom led me toward the garage. I was excited and happy! I love rides in the car, but usually get sick. Mom smiled at me and told me the little pill should keep me from any discomfort. So into the back I hopped and sat on the fleece blanket.

I enjoyed being in the car but whined a little since I didn’t know where we were going. I have to hand it to Mom, she drove smoothly the whole way to the car wash, and pretty soon we were in the bay. A strange Man sprayed foamy stuff all over Zeus and then we magically went into the dark tunnel.

I was very frightened and lay down on the seat, but Mom talked to me the whole time. I have to admit the soap smelled good, but the huge rags that dangled like monsters’ tongues scared me. They made Zeus nice and clean, though:


See? All shiny. Here is a picture of me in the car. I look a little nervous.


However, I’m still glad Mom took me with and played the trick with the pill on me. My tummy was fine and I did not get carsick. And, I didn’t have to be in the crate! All this excitement has made me sleepy, so I am going to nap on my chair, now. Woof!

Love, Maggie

11/14/14 Tennis Balls and Toy Bones

Mom told me she has to leave for the hospital in just 2 days, and she has been paying extra attention to me because of that.

This morning saw the return of the Hairy Bullet and Mom laughed so hard she cried. It started with this thing Mom found called a “tennis ball”. It was in the K9 cannon, but Mom took it out and threw it around for me (it’s cold out, and I don’t like the cold). So here she’s throwing the ball in the house, and I’m pounding after it (all 55 lbs.). But every time I get a paw on the ball it goes dribbling out from between my front feet, bouncing all over. So I have to jump up and pounce on it to get my mouth around it. Then I shoot up the stairs and down the hall and back again. Good thing it is carpeted up there. Because I went in to a major skid and totally slammed into the wall when I tried that move downstairs.

Anyway, our rough play ended upstairs, where lo and behold – not just one toy bone, but TWO toy bones, and a couple real ones lying around for good measure. I abandoned the tennis ball and streaked around with the toy bone (I kept changing them to throw Mom off). I rocketed in a “U” pattern: out from the hall, into the bedroom, tear across the human bed (freshly made), down off the bed, back out into the hall, switch bones, back in again. Mom tried to get pictures but she couldn’t, she really couldn’t, because I was way too fast. And she was laughing so hard.

Mom said the look on my face was priceless; rolling my eyes and flattening my ears, crouching low to the floor like I dropped my suspension and zoooom!!! Rip, rip, rip went my claws on the carpet. Rip, rip, rip went the blankets on the bed. Once I had them all lumped in a giant mountain in the middle, I heaved a great sigh and jumped to the floor to concentrate on the larger of the bones:


After a while we went back downstairs. I was pooped out from all that running and jumping. Mom caught me smiling while napping:


It’s true, a tired Pittie is a happy Pittie!

Woof! Love, Maggie