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2/1/15 7:30 a.m.

This is what I saw when I looked out the window this morning:


Jamie is still recovering, so Dad and Mom bundled up in layers and out they went to shovel the snow. They reported that the snow was so heavy, it was too much for most snow blowers. Even our neighbors who have big snow blowers were out shoveling.

Jamie was still sleeping. Naturally, I was Miss Spastic Anxiety Attack the whole time! But, I did watch them carefully from the front window. Mom was out shoveling and said to Dad, “I’ll bet there’s a puddle in the house from that dog,” but she was surprised to find that there wasn’t.

I was a good girl. I watched my family, I guarded Jamie’s bedroom door, and I didn’t poop or pee on the floor out of stress. I also left Dad’s shoes alone, which he foolishly left by the back door. I didn’t take the blankets, and I didn’t chew the pillow Jamie left on the sofa last night. I just watched and waited.

Mom came in dripping wet from melted snow. She praised me to the skies and gave me two treats and lots of petting when she got her wet coat and gloves off. It pays to be a good girl!

The humans watched the weather and the weatherman says that by 2:00 Human Standard Time we will be under blizzard conditions from freezing wind and blowing snow with zero visibility. Mom says it’s time for pancakes and hot chocolate and just being cozy in the house. That’s fine by me!

Keep warm and safe, everybody!

Woof! Love, Maggie

PS – Mom says Erik is coming home from Maui to THIS. Oh my!

12/14/13 A Blog in Pictures

The snow started falling last night.  It snowed and snowed and snowed until about 5:00 this evening.  Although I’m not anywhere close to being a snow dog, I still ran around a little in the backyard:


But then I ran into the house and jumped into bed with my blanket.


Jamie was supposed to take the ACT this morning, but it snowed so much we had to reschedule.  He was the true living snow legend, as the snow blower punked out on him and he had to do all the shoveling by hand:


Later on, after things had settled down again, Jamie built a Gingerbread Train.  I was so excited for Mom’s Super-Sticky, Sweet Royal Icing and more candy shrapnel falling from the kitchen table.  But Jamie was very neat and used all the candy.


Most of the time, when Mom opens the back door for me to go out, I slink around the other side of the kitchen table.  But she shooed me out of the door and I frolicked in the snow for a few minutes until my feet got cold.  (Mom and Jamie had bought me some booties, but they were too small, so I have to get another pair).  When I came in, I ran straight for my bed:


Dad says I have the right idea!

Woof!  Love, Maggie