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10/3/13 Let Me Explain…

As you can imagine, I have been in Big Trouble since running away.  But I wasn’t gone for long!  That’s probably not cutting it, so let me explain.

It all started on Sunday, when Dad and Jamie fixed the fence.  I did my usual activities in the yard, flashmobbed the two workers, and played with Mom.  Everything fine as normal.

Monday and Tuesday, I spent a lot of time in the yard under Mom’s supervision.  She noticed that I was patrolling the fence.  Dad said he thought he had fixed all the spots and we would find out.  We did.

The fence is easy to manipulate.  It’s your typical, 4.5 foot chain-link fence, and if I take off at a run, I can usually bend a hole in the bottom of the fencing to escape.  Dad and Jamie had pounded tent stakes into the holes I had made in the fence, thereby sealing off my means of egress and firming up the bottom.

So late Tuesday afternoon, after studying the fence intently, I found a weak spot.  And, while Mom and Jamie watched from the front of the yard and before they could react, I backed up, took off with my powerful hind legs and Hairy Bullet-ed that fence.  I was free!

I have previously explained that our backyard is shaped like a slice of pie and slants upward to a small hill.  On the right (from the back door) are our neighbors, and to the left, is the woods.  Which is right next to the swamp, bordering our cul-de-sac in the front.  The neighbors put up a wooden fence, and the chain link is next to the woods.  So, into the woods I shot.

Mom and Jamie ran after me, calling me and pleading for my return.  In hindsight, it is not that I bolted out of the yard where I fell down in this story.  It’s when Jamie and Mom split up, Jamie to the swamp, Mom to the woods, and I SAW HER and SHE SAW ME and I RAN THE OTHER WAY…that’s where it got ugly.

Through the woods!  And the Poison Ivy!  And the trees with the thorns that are 2″ long!  Once I hit the swamp grass, which is dry because we haven’t had rain lately, but is about 3.5 feet tall, Mom couldn’t see me anymore.  Neither could Jamie.  All I’m going to say is, I didn’t realize that we had horses so close to us!  (They live on the other side of the swamp.)

Jamie trudged unhappily to the front of the house in defeat, and Mom ran in to call the Police and Animal Control.  Soon, however, I had had enough of Maggie’s Day Out and wearily walked across the front lawn, and allowed Jamie to grab my collar.  He hollered out that he had me just as the Operator was answering Mom’s call.

Mom was…blisteringly angry at me on so many levels!  Not so much that I escaped the yard, but that I did not respond to commands.  “What am I spending every !@#$ing Saturday at !@#$ing Obedience School with this ^&*(# dog for if she is NOT going to listen when it counts?!!” She explained to me that a Pit Bull running loose is not a smart idea, and that I could have been shot on sight (people don’t understand that I jump when I’m being friendly), also that they are just trigger-happy when it comes to Pits.  Or that a coyote could have gotten me – they grow large around here, and we have a pack of them in the woods – or someone could have picked me up, or I could have gotten Poison Ivy, or  trapped in the mud…you get the idea, Mom felt I was in danger.  And I put myself there just for fun.

Mom cleaned me up and put the training collar on me and the chain lead.  Now I rattle when I walk.  (She would use the nylon lead but I chew them up).  Mom wants to be able to stop me quickly if I do anything suspicious.  I also had to go to the Vet for a checkup, a shot, and get a bath.  But those are other posts.  I just wanted to tell everybody that I had a serious lapse of judgment, and I’m sorry. 

Last night, Mom finally cooled off a little and when I jumped into bed, I cautiously leaned up next to her.  She pat me on the back and I knew all was forgiven.  I gave a loud groan, rolled over onto my side, and pressed the entire length of my body up against her.  I sighed very loudly when Mom draped her hand across me.  Dad chuckled in the darkness and said, “It’s good to be on Mom’s Good Side!”

He’s right.

Love, Maggie

5/25/13 What’s Wrong With Me?

I don’t know why I keep doing this.  I know I have a good home.  I know I have a good family.  But sometimes, like this morning, I feel like…I don’t know, like the lightning hits my brain and and I can’t control myself.  I wound myself up and felt so hyper.  I launched myself up and down the stairs at top speed while Jamie and Mom yelled at me to stop.  That just made me growl at them and go faster.  The lamp swayed.  I pushed off Jamie’s leg like a launch pad, whirled around, jumped down three stairs, and, growling, tried to clamp my jaws onto Mom’s arm.  Mom yelled, “NO BITE!” at me.  Then she and Jamie chased me out of the house, but not before I tried to nip at Grandma, who was peacefully lying on the couch.  Finally, I realized that Mom meant business, and tried cowering near the back door, but she wasn’t putting up with my, “I’m sorry” act.  Out the door I went.

I guess Grandma forgot.  (She said, “You’d better get rid of that dog!!”) She let me back in right away.  Mom was getting dressed.  Mom looked pretty grim and locked me with her in the bedroom.  She gave me the firm voice about running wild in the house and attacking people.  I rolled over and showed her my belly.  I was already sorry for the incident, but knew that wouldn’t go far since I had hurt people.

We went to the yard where Mom got out Lawn Mower.  It had rained a few days ago, so the grass was a big job this time.  She mowed and mowed and tossed me balls and sticks while she was mowing.  We were out for more than two hours, she said.  While Mom worked, I ran off energy, rocketing around the yard, slipping, tripping, and doing full body somersaults.  I didn’t care.  I had to run away this energy.  Finally I rested to chew on a stick while she cleaned up.

When we came in, I crawled to my crate to think and and sleep.  Mom told Dad that if I don’t cool it, she’s taking me back to the Shelter because she can’t have me charging people and snapping at them.  She’s never threatened to take me back before.  I’m in shock.  What’s wrong with me?  Why do I act this way?