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2/19/15 A Special Hello

I wanted to say a special hello to a little girl that I will call, “Ry”. She was worried she wouldn’t hear any more Maggie stories, but I wanted to send her out a tail wag and let her know there would be plenty more of them coming. Woof! And thanks for reading to everyone!

I had a great day today. I didn’t have to spend too much time in the crate, and when Jamie and Mom came home, we had rousing play of “gimme dat” with the new toy. We played for a very long time. The humans would hide, and I would try to keep the toy all to myself. Then they would jump out and chase me. When one of the humans got the toy, we had a lovely tug o’ war. I love that game! We played until my belly was pink from exertion and I was drooling. Then we all had a cool drink. You can see that I am all smiles:


You can also see where I’ve torn the fabric off the tennis ball. Woof! Mom says I have made, “great, great strides” because when they first adopted me, I was somewhat aggressive about guarding my toys. Now I know that if one of my humans takes my toy, they are going to give it back. So sometimes I will even allow Jamie to take a toy from my mouth. No growling. Mom almost cries when she sees this. She says, “Maggie has grown so much!”

Mom and Jamie are trying hard to keep me exercised and happy, because it is bitterly, bitterly cold outside. The wind was about -30 today, and Mom is beginning to despair that we will never see Spring.

The snow is…weird. It has a film of thin ice crystals on it, and when we do got outside, it crunches like Styrofoam. Sometimes, the snow supports my weight, but other times, I go crashing right through it and land up to my belly in the freezing flakes. I tell you, it is not easy on me. I do my beeswax and make a run for the back door pronto!

Where the sun does not shine next to the house, there is a thick coating of ice. I had to congratulate myself that, when Mom took me out, I DID see the rabbit in the woods, and DIDN’T take off like a Husky pulling a sled. Mom was attached to the other end of my leash, and surely she would have fallen on that ice! I was aware of that, and protected my human. Mom gave me a treat when we got inside.

Now, I think it is time to curl up on my chair and snore loudly. What a fun day I have had!

Woof! Love, Maggie

2/15/15 Sunday

Today was, by my standards, a good day. The humans got up early and Dad and Jamie headed out to the 2015 Auto Show, which was held at a huge convention center in Chicago.

They got to test-drive an Abarth by Fiat, which is the car Mom would like to get (it’s a turbo Fiat) when she gives Zeus to Jamie.


Mom and I had breakfast, and then I watched her get ready to go the “the gym”. But Mom had another trick up her sleeve. She pulled the big blankets off the beds and explained that the gym would be quick as she had to go to “the laundromat” to wash the bedding. Naturally, I helped by jumping into the pile of blankets and not letting Mom leave until I had decided she’d had enough hassling. Then I went into the crate.

Later on in the evening, I had to go back into the crate for a short time while my family went grocery shopping. I’ll tell you, I do appreciate the fresh treats when they come back!

Mom knew I’d be itchy from being cooped up so she got my new ball and threw it around. I loved that! I loved even more that the whole family got in the game. The humans chased me and threw that ball until I flopped on the floor, heaving and panting, and smiling my biggest smile.

Mom called Mike and he said he was OK today but felt like his butt “got a whuppin”. Mom said she could certainly understand that, considering the accident he was in yesterday! I was glad to hear Mike was doing as well as could be expected.

Mom’s meddling wasn’t done yet. Dad was parked on the couch in his groove, watching an old movie, “The Maltese Falcon”, starring somebody Dad called, “Bogey”. I lay down on my blanket to watch, too, but Mom interrupted, saying, “Jim, I hate to spoil your relaxation but it’s time for Pain Bills.” I do know Dad hates Pain Bills, because he always gets very grumpy. Mom explained that Pain Bills was so that humans can keep the things they have, like gas and electrical service.

So, they sat at the kitchen table and wrote out scribbley things and I licked Mom’s hand, but shied away from Dad, who still wore the Grumpy Look.

Jamie took me for a walk outside, where I saw those hockey players on the pond and barked and barked until he pulled me into the house. Finally, it was time for bed, and I was exhausted.


Happy Sunday, everyone! Woof! Love, Maggie

11/15/14 Oh, boy, a new toy!!

Mom and Jamie went out. When they came back, they had brought me a brand-new toy!

This isn’t just any old toy. It’s very, very, tough – even though it is made from fabric. I think it’s stitched together out of Batman’s old uniforms. It has two squeakers, and if you bite it just right it lets out a noise. I love it!

Wanna play?


Oh, you are not seriously going to try to get this toy, now, are you?


Ha, ha! I beat you to the top of the stairs! MINE!!


Oh, I’m tired now. But you’re still not getting my toy. Muahaha!


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