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7/4/16 Happy 4th of July!

My humans are going to a bbq party later this afternoon, and Mom says she will come home early and stay with me while Dad takes Jamie out to see fireworks. The neighbors across the way  have been blowing off half-sticks, and I’ve been having kind of a hard time with that.

My humans left for a short time yesterday and while they were gone, the booming continued. I raided the trash can and knocked things off the counter, but they weren’t really mad when they came back because they realized I was stressed out.

Mom says she is going to put me in the crate while they are at the bbq and turn on some soothing music. Normally, I would object to this, but today I think it is a good idea.

Thank you all for following my blog and Happy 4th of July to those of us here in America. Salute to our troops, past, present, and future. Freedom comes at a high price.


(this is an older pic. I still have the bruises and staple in my nose til tomorrow.)

Woof! Love, Maggie



5/22/15 Tests are Normal

Woof! (tail wags)

First, let me tell all of you that my tests came back 100% completely normal, so I am physically not fighting anything worse than an ear infection at this time.

Doctor Craig gave Mom some medicine for me because I am, well, anxious, stressed, and hyper. Now, you might be wondering, “What does a dog have to be hyper about?”

Let me answer. Being left alone, being starved, being beaten, other dogs, being over-bred, being fought…these are all things that weigh on a dog’s mind, especially if she did not have a good puppyhood, I am sad to say.

I know I am in a great home with humans who love me. But I am having a hard time leaving the past behind. My humans love me so much and I am afraid it will end. I hate to see them walking out the door. It makes me sick.

At first, my stress got much better, then it started getting worse. I think it’s because I love my people so much more than I did before. Love is a dual-edged sword, I think.

Anyway, Mom is giving me the medicine and I am taking it like a good girl. I feel like a different dog already. For example, Mom, Jamie, and I went on the front porch and, after initially sniffing and taking stock of the neighborhood goings-on, I lay down at Mom’s feet and just relaxed. It’s been so very, very, hard for me to relax. Mom and Jamie gave me lots of praise for just relaxing.

They also took me to the woods for an hour and a half walk. Mom said she would walk until the bottom of her foot started hurting. (She is almost all healed and doing great.) So we walked and walked and walked. Later, Mom drove to the car wash.

What horror is this? Going into a dark tunnel and suddenly bombarded by sounds and smells. I lay down in the back seat with my head in my paws. Jamie talked and talked to me. Mom felt bad that I was frightened, but said she hadn’t wanted to put me in the crate and leave me just yet.

So, I weathered the car wash, but I think Mom is not going to take me back there since I don’t like it.

I’ve been a good dog all day, no accidents at night or anything, while Jamie and Mom prep and clean the house for company this weekend. I am happy we are having family over to stay for a day or two.

Mom says that is the “big test” of how this new medicine is working – how I am around people. Another “big test” is how I do around other animals. But for now, one test at a time.

Woof! Love, Maggie (formerly Magzilla)


5/19/15 (Terrible) Tuesdays

Tuesdays are usually terrible around here. Dad has a meeting every week, and that means Mom has to drive Jamie to school. Which means that, right after breakfast, I’m popped into the crate. In what seems like a long time, Mom comes home, but before I know it, I’m back in the crate for her to go pick him up. Then, they’re back, but before I know it AGAIN, I’m back in the crate so she can drive him to tutoring. (sigh) It’s a ruff life.

I have a lot, I mean a LOT, of anxiety, so Mom can’t leave me out of the crate, or I might hurt myself. However, I also get severely car sick, so she doesn’t have much choice in locking me up since the medicine takes about an hour to work.

Today, however, when Mom put me in the crate to drive Jamie to school, things were worse than usual. I crouched on the ground and started to shiver. Mom knew I was having an anxiety attack, and she messaged Dad, “could he get Jamie from school since there is early dismissal” but Dad said, “Not today.” Mom knew that meant less time out of the crate in between trips. She was so upset about my anxiety attack, that when she came back, she hustled me upstairs and under the blankets on the human bed. Then she brought me some car-sick medicine slathered in peanut butter, and stayed with me for over an hour.

Once I was nice and relaxed and rested up, Mom put my “jewelry” (collars) on, and I jumped for joy. I knew she was going to take me out in the little car.

Then, my anxiety got the better of me. Where were we going? Was she dropping me off somewhere? Were we going to the Vet? Where was everybody? I yawned, and licked my lips, and whined, and cried, but I did not throw up. The whole time, Mom kept talking to me in a soothing voice. She kept saying, “Jamie” and “school”, but I didn’t make the connection until we pulled up to the building and Jamie appeared out of thin air.

I quieted down right away, having put two and two together. I gave a big sigh, and stretched out on the blanket on the back seat of the car. I could relax. We were just getting my young human, and bringing him home.

Woof! Love, Maggie