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10/29/14 Over the river, and through the woods

Or, over (at least the pond) and through the woods. But not to Grandmother’s house!

Today started off like any other day. Except I decided to work The Plan.

See, I’ve been after the rabbit for a while now, and who should move in to the pond next door but a “swamp kitty”. I’ve seen it in our – er, MY yard and I’ve seen it sitting in front of the woods. Today, after a nice long nap and lots of cuddling, I was refreshed, and decided to act.

I let Mom know I had to “go” and when she let me in the backyard, I bolted for the fence, where I have conveniently been making a hole with my head. The hole is behind where a bush is sticking through the fence, so Mom and Dad did not see me making it, and it’s not visible from the house. I felt all, “Shawshank Redemption” and everything. Mom chased after me but wasn’t quick enough. Before she could clear the patio, I was in the woods.

Mom had to cut through the house, go into the front, then to the side of the house into the woods to find me. She saw me “going” in the woods, but when I saw her, I stood up and ran for it. I was gone a while.

Mom ran back to the house, covered in burrs and thistles, and called the Police, the Animal Control Officer, Laurel, and Dad. Laurel calmed Mom down while she cried. “I’m afraid they’re gonna shoot her because she’s a Pitbull,” Mom said, her throat catching, tears sprinkling down her cheeks. “I kept telling them she’s friendly.”

Laurel was in the process of reassuring Mom when I slinked in through the hole in the fence and made my way toward the back door. I was cowering pretty low, but I couldn’t make out the look on Mom’s face. I’d say, “heartbroken” kinda covers it. She hung up with Laurel and checked me over for ticks. (No ticks). But lots of mud. She checked me all over again for blood, and didn’t see any blood, so she knew the kitty and rabbit had gotten away once more.  Mom just said, “Bad dog” and got the lead. She wasn’t even loud about it. I thought she was putting me in the crate, but she frogmarched me upstairs and into the big walk-in shower for a bath.

Mom wouldn’t let me lie down on the human bed because first I was muddy, then I was wet. So I curled up with my blankie on my chair.

Mom says she is talking to Dad about a solution to the backyard problem – either another tether or a “dog run”, since they can’t keep me from breaking the fence. Mom’s not talking to me now, and I think that’s the worst punishment of all.

Woof! Love, Maggie

5/29/13 The Spice Cabinet

Today was cloudy and hot and I can feel the rain coming again soon.

Mom took me for a walk this morning.  She was dressed nice, so I knew something was up, that she was probably going somewhere and I was going to be locked in the crate.  But all morning, even though she had Air Conditioner on, she left the back door open for me so I could walk through the screen into the yard (which is nice and muddy) all I wanted.  I can’t see Air Conditioner.  He barks one time before he turns on, then he cools off the whole house and makes it not sticky.  So he’s OK with me.

For a little while, the sun came out, and when it did, I went out and lay in the backyard and just soaked it in.  Mom said this was “huge” for me, because I went out and stayed out by myself.  I’ve been home for 2 1/2 weeks.  Mom was super happy and says I am coming along great.  Mom says we have to work on my jumping (I jump a lot, and can clear a foot, foot and a half with my strong hind legs) and the “I-can’t-be-left-alone-out-of-the-crate” thing.

In a little while, Mom tried to get me into the crate with a big Rawhide, but I wasn’t going.  I dropped to my belly and refused to get in.  Finally, she gave up and left, telling me I’d better behave while she was gone.

Never has the turn-around spice cabinet in the kitchen looked so good.  Even though I had the Rawhide to keep me company, I still raided the spice cabinet and dragged out bags of flour, sugar, nuts, gravy mix, chili seasoning, pepper, spices, and chocolate.  Something told me not to eat the chocolate, so I didn’t.  But I sampled everything else!  I took all the black peppercorns and piled them up in the middle of the floor.  I ripped open as many bags as I could, scattering their contents.  Those grinders for steak seasoning?  Crunchy.  And salty!  I had a field day, then I went to the big living room window to watch when I heard Mom’s little car coming down the street.

Mom was very upset.  I went into my belly crawl.  Mom told Dad something about, “two steps forward, one step back”.  I thought I was going to show Mom a thing or two by not going into my crate, but Mom had a trick or two up her sleeve and I didn’t think she had it in her.  She forced me into my crate, dragged out Vacuum Cleaner, cleaned up the mess, then she set the timer and made me stay in the crate until the timer dinged.  I whined and cried but she said I had to have my punishment.  I lay in my crate and Mom sat on the couch.  Finally, she let me out.  Now I am being very quiet.  Mom is pretty quiet, too.