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10/30/13 Off to Bootcamp

It was a dark and stormy night.  The car was packed with chew bones, rawhides, treats, and a two-week supply of food.  All that was left was to grab the blanket and leash Maggie.  “Damn,” I thought, “why did it have to rain tonight of all nights?”  Maggie was due to be dropped off at the training facility by 8:30 p.m., and it was already pitch-black outside.

Jamie took the red blanket, jagged with chewing at the corners, while I hooked Maggie to her prong collar.  Jamie carefully and tenderly placed the soft blanket in the trunk of the Fiat, as though it was fine china that he was afraid of breaking.  Maggie didn’t need much coaxing and jumped into the back seat of the little car, anticipating going for a ride with a wide smile and a tail-wag.

As I backed Zeus out of the garage, the rain began to fall in earnest; bucketing down from the inky sky so hard I thought the car would get dented for sure.  A few makeshift clouds scrabbled to take their place in front of the misty moon.

Jamie cut the music off as I tensed behind the wheel, gripping it firmly at the 10-and-2 position, trying to keep from getting washed into the empty lots that were, at one time, going to be a pasture for rescued horses.  Slipping unsteadily out onto the “busy street,” I drove through the rapidly-puddling water and tried to see where I was going.  Zeus’ wipers beat steadily as Jamie and I tried to remain cheerful.  “This is for the best,” I reassured Jamie halfheartedly.  “Maggie is going to socialize with other dogs, and re-learn her commands.  When she comes home, everything should be fine.”  In the bluish-green light of the streetlamps, my son’s face gleamed an upset pale.  He nodded, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.

We white-knuckled it all the way to the facility.  Maggie remained unconcerned, looking out the window at the torrent of water running down.  Even with the wipers going full-blast, I was only able to see where we were going by the rear lights of the SUV in front of us and the “cats eyes” that lined the sloppy thoroughfare.  By the time we pulled into the lot, I felt like I needed a drink, some migraine medicine, and a Xanax, not necessarily in that order.

We walked into the office and the overpowering smell of wet dog hair immediately hit us like a wave at the beach.  Jamie ran in the steady downpour back and forth to the car, unloading supplies, while I held on to Maggie (who was behaving nicely) and filled out paperwork.  I was notified of which trainer would be taking Maggie home and given a cell number.  Then, all too soon, capable hands took the lead out of mine and Maggie walked away to be with the other dogs.  Maggie was excited and hardly gave us a backwards glance.  I was glad it seemed easy on her for now.

We squelched back to the car, not really caring about the rain anymore, and sat down dejectedly.  Jamie didn’t exactly cry, but he did sniffle once or twice.  I reached over and squeezed his hand.  He squeezed back.  Hard.

The ride home was much the same, except for the gnawing, burning, acidic pain in my stomach, and the stone-silence of my sad-faced son.

Jim took the events of the evening in stride when he came home from work. “She’ll come back and be a better-behaved dog,” he told us, with assurance.  I looked at him.  Jamie looked down at his plate and didn’t say a word.

I went to bed, patting my mattress, looking for the white dog snuggled beneath the down comforter.  But she wasn’t there.  My hands reached out automatically, looking for her this morning; patting, patting, patting the emptiness.

In my heart, I know that Maggie is in the best of hands, receiving the best of care, and this was the right thing to do.  But still, we grieve at her absence, and hope and pray that bootcamp works.

 

 

 

9/15/13 Through Sickness and In Health…

I’ve never actually witnessed Mom getting a migraine until today.  I guess that’s good, considering I’ve been living here since May.  At 6:00 a.m. Human Standard Time, Mom crawled out of bed and groped her way to the bathroom.  I won’t go into details, but I found her on all fours sweating, shaking, and doing what I usually do on the carpet (not pooping).  I stayed with Mom and licked some sweat off her brow.  She took some medicine and went back to bed, but the migraine did not crack for seven human hours.

Jamie ran back and forth, fetching Gatorade, cold washcloths, and fluffing pillows.  I stayed next to Mom the entire time; I didn’t even leave to get up to go to out.  I stayed with Mom until she stopped shaking and heaving and sweating.  When she was better (she says the roots of her hair still hurt a bit) and got up to go to the kitchen, I ran outside.  Then I came back in to see if she would give me a scrap of her dry white toast (Elwood Blues style).  She did.  It was better than the tortilla the other day.

Dogs love you unconditionally, in sickness and in health.  Pitbulls are known as the “nanny dog” and I think I know why.  I can’t explain it, but I wouldn’t have left Mom’s side for anything while she was sick.  Mom says if it wasn’t for Jamie and me, she’d have had to go to the hospital.  It’s been exhausting taking care of her!  But I’d do it again.

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And now time for a well-deserved rest!  Woof!  

Love, Maggie the Nurse Dog 

 

7/23/13 Contacts!

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(Look deeply into my eyes…)

Jamie and Mom went out this morning and thus I had to go into the crate.  It wasn’t too bad.  When they came back I had to look twice at Jamie.  No glasses!  He had been to the eye doctor and came home with contacts!  I mean, I really looked at him.  He looks great!  And I can see his whole face, just begging to be “washed” in my own special way.

I’m glad Jamie’s doctor appointment came out OK, because I’m kind of worried about mine.  I go see Dr. W. tomorrow at the animal clinic for a follow-up on my allergies.  But I heard Mom on the phone saying I needed a kennel cough shot so that I can stay at the Pet Hotel in a few weeks.  It’s bad enough that I need a shot, but I’d developed this little, tiny, belly-button hernia that Dr. W. said should have been fixed when I got my “spay”.  It’s gotten worse.  Although I’m not in any pain or discomfort, Mom was rubbing my belly the other day and noticed that it was twice as big.  She really freaked out and called Dr. W. right away.  So he’s going to have a look at that, too, besides the shot.  I hope I don’t need another operation.  My hair just grew back from the last one!  You know how we women feel about our hair.

I’ll keep you posted. 

Love, Maggie

 

7/3/13 Fever

Jamie took ill while Mom went out.  Fortunately, Dad was home to call Mom to come back.  Jamie had lay down to rest, which is very unusual for him.  It was so odd that I followed him into the bedroom.  The fever hit and Jamie lay still and quiet on the bed, not moving a bit.  I stayed at the foot of the bed, watching him.  I growled low in my throat. 

Dad came in and Yow!  Burning up.  Then came the headache and vomiting.  That’s when Dad called Mom and she came home pronto!  Mom did all the Mom Stuff and in a few hours, Jamie was back up on two legs, a little wobbly, but back up just the same.  I stayed close by in case Jamie or Mom needed me.  I did not go downstairs and sit by Grandma even though she was eating.  And I did not “flash mob” Mom when she sat on the floor outside of the bathroom, waiting for Jamie to cool down in the tub.  Instead, I stretched out on the carpet with her.  I could feel the stress in the air.

After Jamie felt better, we all heaved a sigh of relief.  I got a couple of treats and let myself out in the backyard.  As I walked out, I heard Jamie say, “You got home fast, Mom!” “I put the Fiat in sport mode and drove like Frank in The Transporter!” Mom laughed.

Kinda glad I wasn’t along for that ride!

Love, Maggie