Tag Archives: rain

1/18/17 The back yard is weird

The back yard has been weird. We’ve had rain, then ice storms, then more rain. So the ground is like a water-mud-ice-more water club sandwich. It looks like this:


Yecch, right???

It looks like mud but slippery due to the ice, so if you fall it’s a double whammy. Fortunately, I’ve got those “cleats” on  my paws, meaning I’m a little steadier than Mom is out there!

Today the weather is warmer and I came in from my morning duties looking like I’d had a mud bath, or a mud spritz at least. From now until Springtime, Mom will have my leash in one hand and the mop in the other. She says the “war on paw prints” is real and “she’s probably going to lose anyway” but she’s going down fighting!

Mom says she is going to hijack my blog and post separately about the whole book thing.

We both thank you all for your good wishes!

Woof! Love, Maggie and Liz



10/6/16 Ridiculously Rainy

…nothing compared to what the folks in FL and along the coast are reeling from, but still!

The thunder has been booming all day. The rain has been incessant.

Here is my response:


Stay warm and dry, humans, and if you are in the path of Hurricane Matthew: stay safe.

Woof! Love, Maggie

6/7/15 Storms!

Plenty of storms my way today, so much so that Mom couldn’t go out to the baby shower she was supposed to attend. I looked out the front window (for hail or worse; thankfully, none spotted) and saw this little guy motoring back to the pond:


Believe me, he is a LOT smaller than the related-to-Godzilla turtle that was out here last week.

I hope it’s sunny your way; as for me, I’m just cuddling down in the blankies and waiting out the bad weather.


Woof! Love, Maggie

9/10/14 Flash Floods!

We’ve had all the windows open and have been enjoying the cooler breezes in the evening, but last night Dad checked the weather and it said we would have flash flooding, possibly 5 inches of rain, starting at 1 a.m.

Mom and Dad closed up the house tight.  They were worried about the rain, because the (insert clever insurance jingle here) company had denied fixing the roof, and there is a tiny leak.  (Just FYI, Mom wrote a blazing letter, and sent several copies around, and like magic, the insurance company reversed their decision.  Now Mom and Dad are waiting for the new roof.)  “Maybe the weatherman will be wrong,” Mom said hopefully.  Like she said all winter with the tons of snow.

BOOM! Woofwoofwoof!  “It’s OK, Maggie,” Mom soothed, as the storm hit around 1 in the morning.  (See, “they” are never wrong!) It’s been pouring since that time.

There was a tiny break in the action and that gave me the opening I needed to run to the backyard and “p”.  Then the rain started up again, so violently and the wind blowing from every direction, that it actually looked like snow from the window.  The magic weather also said there was the possibility of both large hail and a tornado.  Mom continues to hope they are wrong.  She turned on the TV (which usually means she is going out) so she can monitor the storm.

As for me?  I’m taking it easy on my chair.  At least until Mom says it’s time to take cover in the basement!

Woof!  Love, Maggie


11/15/13 My Arrival at Bootcamp

(October, 2013)  After a particularly satisfying day of flashmobbing, sleeping on the human bed, begging for table scraps, and knocking over furniture, Mom and Jamie loaded me up in Zeus and off we went!  I was happy to be going for a ride.  I liked the little car.

The night air was thick with mist and soon we were driving through a pounding rainstorm.  Mom clutched the wheel and swore quietly under her breath.  Jamie looked like he might be sick at any moment. But I didn’t care!  We were out, and that was all that mattered.

Soon, Mom made the left turn at the brightly-lit gas station with the seashell on the sign, and within seconds, we pulled up to the Obedience College.  Inwardly I sighed.  While I was comfortable enough with going to the school, I couldn’t help thinking, “Not this again!”

But when we got inside, something was different.  I didn’t go right into the arena with the other dogs.  Mom talked to a Lady that looked like she was in charge at the counter, and made me “stay” while she filled out papers.  Then, the Alpha Lady came from around the counter towards me.  Jamie and Mom patted my head, and the Lady took the lead from Mom’s hand and trotted me toward the other dogs.

“This will work out O.K.,” I thought.  “I can do my commands with someone else, then go home.”  We got to the far end of the arena, past all the other dogs, which I thought was kind of strange, and I turned my head.  I couldn’t see Mom or Jamie anywhere.  I turned my body partly around and they were gone.  “Leave it!”  Commanded the Alpha Lady, giving my lead a tug.  Life was about to get a whole lot different, doggy-style.

The tall Alpha Lady put me in a cold kennel near some barking dogs and Doberman puppies.  I didn’t bark or yelp along – just decided to wait it out and see what would happen next.  I expected Mom to come back any minute, but she did not return.  Nervously, I chewed the bars on the door of my kennel while my anxiety built.  People moved back and forth in front of my crate, but none of them were my people.  My heart sank like a stone and I got a chill up my back and a sick feeling in my stomach:  They had given me away.  I was a bad dog, and they had given me away.  I felt the urge to howl, and poop, but I didn’t do either one.  I just curled up to await my fate.  What was it going to be:  back to the shelter, or to a new owner?  Was I doomed to stay locked up at school forever?

After what seemed like a very, very, long time, the last training class ended and the lights started going out.  The only ones left were the puppies and kennel dogs.  And me.  What was going on?  Suddenly, my cage door opened and the Alpha female stood before me.  I thumped my tail at her, hoping for mercy, or better yet, to be taken home.  Joke’s over, right?

The tall woman stooped down, snapped a leather lead on my collar, and we rushed out into the rain and then hopped into a truck.  We drove and drove and drove.  We went on the expressway.  I knew it was not the direction of home.  Nervously, I looked out the window and tried to lick my dry nose.  I was terrified.  I wished now I’d pooped back at the kennel.

The Alpha Lady pulled the truck up to a very big house.  She tugged me gently, coaxing me out of the back seat.  She rang the doorbell of the house, and then handed my lead over to a Man whom I immediately sensed was the Alpha-Alpha.  After speaking in a few low words that I couldn’t make out, the Lady left.

The Alpha Male gave me a sit/stay command, which I obeyed.  He then walked me into a crate.  It had my blanket from home in it.  I could hear and smell other dogs – many dogs – in the house.  I was given a biscuit and told to “go to bed”.  The crate door banged shut, the lights went out, and I gave a few frantic, despair-riddled barks.  Then I lay on my belly, eyes wide open, heart breaking.

It was my welcome to a whole new world.  And I didn’t like it one bit.

Love, Maggie


6/1/13 Rain, Go Away!

I think all this rain is making my people act a little silly.  For one thing, they are laughing at everything, even if it’s not even funny.  They must need to run around a little bit.

Take the rake, for example.  Mom had a small rake against the house.  I decided to investigate and dragged it out.  Then it was bigger than I thought, so I dropped it.  Later on, I saw it again, and decided it was an intruder in the yard, and went into my “guard dog” stance, standing over it and barking and barking.  Jamie and Mom watched from the window, and thought this was hilariously funny for absolutely no reason at all.

Mom put the rake back against the house, but by then I’d figured out it was no big deal and dragged it out again a few minutes later.  I dragged it around a while, until I heard them laughing, saying, “Look, she’s raking up the yard!”  More laughter.  I really didn’t see what was so funny about this, even if I did have the rake in my mouth by the handle.

Next, there was the stick incident.  All dogs like to chew on sticks and I am no exception.  So I found myself a stick – it was easy to find, with all the sticks and stuff having been knocked down with the rain – and settled down in the wet grass for a nice chew.  However, first I lay across the rake to make sure HE wasn’t going anywhere.  Then I started in on a lovely chew.  Quite satisfying.  However, the next thing I knew, Jamie and Mom are at the back door, roaring with laughter, and I hear them say, “Other dogs pick up a stick, our dog picks up a tree branch bigger than my arm!” and, “Look, she’s chewing half a tree!”

Really, I don’t see what’s so funny.  I think the rain is making my people act as bad as the squirrels!