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12/2/13 Sleep Tight

Just a couple of fun notes today.  This morning, the milkman delivered something in a weird looking container and it smelled like t.r.o.u.b.l.e.  I crouched low to the ground, ears back, sniffing intently, a growl in my throat, lips peeled back to show a tooth here and there.  But, nothing sinister popped out.  Mom finally put the thing away in the garage.  I’m going to be keeping a look out for it.  (Mom’s note:  the milkman delivered a portable, styrofoam cooler containing ice cream.  It had a block of dry ice in it!!  Thought Maggie was going to have a fit!)

Later, after everybody came home, Jamie took me out back to play.  He had a long pole with a “fur tail” on it.  He kept swinging the pole around for me to chase.  But I gave a tremendous leap and snagged it right out of his hands!  I ran full-blast, Hairy Bullet style through the yard, around and around.  I was really getting my speed up when I ran right into the side of the house.  Smack!  Mom heard my big ole head hit the brick wall and she came out, worried, a dishtowel in her hands.  But I just shook it off and made for the swingset.  Had a little headache, but I’m fine now.

So Mom said, “That’s enough playing in the yard for one day!”  Thus, Jamie took the lead and we went for a walk. While we were out, I encountered the round cardboard that a frozen pizza is packaged in.  It was just lying out in the open on a lawn en route to the park.  Today was garbage day, and it must’ve blown away from the garbage truck somehow.  Treasure Time!  Pounce!!!  I grabbed it in my jaws and chewed off the shreds of frozen cheese before Jamie could stop me.  Deee-licious!  Jamie stopped and pointed in my direction, intent on telling me to “leave it” but I surprised him by jumping up and licking his outstretched finger.  That’s me, Maggie, with Point-and-Lick technology.

Finally, Mom said that I wasn’t sleeping when I was put to bed at night in the crate.  Dad doesn’t hear very well, so Mom lay there listening to me whine night after night while Dad snored away.  She pleaded and pleaded with Dad to let me come back to their room IF I sleep on the dog bed.  Dad finally relented:


Mom took off the prong collar and all I can say is, “Aaaaaah.”

Sleep tight, humans, sleep tight.


Love, Maggie




8/17/13 They Only Play With the Box (Jamie’s B-day)


It seems like no matter what you give kids, they only play with the box.  I am no exception, as you can tell by the blurry picture. 

Jamie wanted a relaxing birthday, so he hung out, went to lunch, visited a garage sale, and played Race Track again with me.  We played for a long time and I got very excited by all the little cars whizzing around.  I kept trying to jump up and grab them.  Finally, I leaped up on the counter, snatched a box of Mom’s coffee on the fly, (I guess the grounds didn’t taste too bad, earlier), ducked away from Jamie, and ran upstairs to my favorite spot on the landing to chew the heck out of it. 

After the box was annihilated, I trotted back downstairs for a few more spins around the track.  This time, I got a chunk of it – one of the car launchers, exactly – and on my attempt to hit the staircase, Jamie managed to wrestle it out of my mouth.Image

Later, Mom and Dad whipped out a teeny-tiny birthday cake.  I was very interested in this cake, and sat patiently waiting for some.  However, it was chocolate, and chocolate is, of course, toxic to dogs.  The frosting, however, was vanilla buttercream, and Mom did slip me a taste.  It was good, but not as good as peanut butter.  Peanut butter is my favorite.

Overall, I’d say Jamie had a very good 13th birthday.  Happy Birthday, Jamie!

Woof!  Love, Maggie


8/16/13 Hot Wheels (aka Grand Theft Maggie)

Tomorrow is Jamie’s birthday, so Mom was cleaning the house rather frantically today.  I watched her suspiciously as she ferreted Vacuum Cleaner out of the closet.  I was ready.  Before she even plugged my Evil Nemesis in, I charged the dust bag with mouth wide open.  Abruptly, I found myself sitting in my crate, helplessly watching as Mom dragged the whiny machine around.  Foiled again!

After Mom had cleaned off and dusted the table, Jamie took the opportunity to set up an entire Hot Wheels Race Track complete with jump and those luscious miniature cars.  I skulked in the living room, but stalked him secretly.  When a car jumped off the track and hit the kitchen floor, I was on it like a hobo on a ham sandwich (no offense to any hobos or ham sandwiches!).  Ears  up, tail waving, I scurried upstairs with my captured quarry.  Jamie pounded along in hot pursuit, chasing me down the hallway!  “Drop it!  Drop it!” he shouted.  I could have run, or chewed the car to bits, but I did “drop it” for him.  Only to go back downstairs to snag another Hot Wheel as it bit the dust.

I love race day!  Bring on NASCAR!  Woof!

Love, Maggie

7/10/13 Finally, Playtime!


(Roughhousing with my tennis ball, evening)

FINALLY, the sun made an appearance today and I had a blast!  Practically the whole day was playtime.  I romped around in the backyard, chased the stick, played with my rubber pretzel (Mom cannot catch me!), slept in the shade, and watched over my humans swimming in the pool, which is too deep for me to go in.  Then Laurel came over and we took a long walk.  I was so glad to see her again! 

I took a nap and then in the evening, Mom broke out the toys and the tennis ball.  In between were lots of belly rubs.  I think everyone was in a great mood because of the sunshine.  I know I was!

Laurel did mention something when she came over that I wanted to pass along to you.  The South Suburban Humane Society in Chicago Heights is, at the present time, waiving all their adoption fees for anyone looking to pick up a pet.  They need to clear the shelter.  They are also selling cages, from what I understand.  So if you’re looking for that special companion animal, and you live in Chicagoland or close to it, now is a great time to pick one up.

While I was walking with Laurel, Jamie and Mom went to the gym to see Mo.  Then Mom dropped Jamie off at basketball, and now he is home, a stinky, sweaty, lovable human for me to focus all of my attention on.  Too bad he will soon take a shower and wash off the good smells.  You know, we dogs like different scents than you humans.  For example, I cannot understand why Mom washes the floor as soon as it starts smelling good, like leftover food and dog behind and hair.  Just as soon as things get interesting, she comes along with Mop and Disinfectant.  Phew!

Speaking of the floor, there was one nice big juicy piece of home-made peach pie in the glass pie dish on the counter.  Dad dropped it on the floor and it smashed and shattered all over.  Naturally, I was in the kitchen with him (at my spot by the sink) when the dish fell and was destroyed.  Dad kind of stood there holding my collar because he didn’t want me to walk in the glass and cut my foot.  Mom came in and picked me up and carried me out of the kitchen, then Jamie took me outside when that horrible Vacuum Cleaner came out and cleaned up the remaining shards.  Man, that pie looked good.  Too bad it was booby-trapped!

Thanks so much for stopping by to visit!  Woof!

Love, Maggie