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9/26/15 I Help Take Down the Pool

For various reasons, or various amounts of money, Dad has not bought a permanent pool for the family. So every season, they struggle to assemble the pool and then have to drain it and take it down at the end of the summer.

Saturday was that day.

They had started the week before, draining it all out, and now what had to come down was the shell of the pool.

In doing this, Mom ripped a fingernail (which aren’t long to begin with) down to the quick, Jamie got hollered at, and Dad finally hied himself off to the backyard to help.

Naturally, I came with. I helped take down the pool. As the remainder of the water leaked over the sides, my humans yelled, “Maggie, move!” So I did. Closer and closer. I’m sure that’s what they wanted. How could they do it without me?


The original plan was for Dad and Jamie to disassemble the pool and Mom to brush out the liner with bleach, spray it with the hose, and let it dry a day or two. Since absolutely nothing went smoothly, or on time, and Mom was hurt and bleeding, she finally snapped. “Throw it away and next year I would like a REAL POOL,” she said to Dad. Who laughed and said the dreaded, “We’ll see”.

Saying, “We’ll see” to Mom is kind of like throwing gas on the fire. So, now Mom is doubly adamant.

Oh – by the way – about the tree that fell on our fence: no one ever got back to us about that. So Mom is going to find out if the Jesters are going to cut the protruding branches off. Nothing like red tape from our city officials!

Woof! Love, Maggie-who-was-clever-enough-not-to-get-wet (but can’t say the same for Dad).

6/11/13 Chillin’ by the Pool

Today, Jamie officially opened his swimming pool.  His friend Paul came over with his mom, Donna.  I have to say, I was on my best, “company” behavior and was rewarded with lots of petting and treats!  I hardly jumped on anybody.  Laurel is going to be proud tomorrow.

For the first part of the afternoon, I stayed near the pool and kept a close eye on the boys while they splashed around and made lots of noise.  At first, I was uneasy, but gradually I realized they were safe and could handle things OK.  Mom said I looked like “Maggie the Lifeguard” watching them, and all I needed was a whistle around my neck and sunblock on my nose to complete the picture.

Once I figured out that the kids were doing fine, I decided to take a break from the heat myself.  Mom had popped up a big umbrella, and Donna unfolded some lawn chairs, so I trotted over to the shady spot between them.  I lay down so that I was halfway under Mom’s chair, and she could reach down and rub my belly, and I slept like that for the rest of the afternoon.  This swimming pool stuff may not be such a bad thing!  I think I kind of like it.

6/10/13 Swimming Pools and Shag Carpets


I talk a lot about the backyard, because it’s important to me.  It’s important to the humans, too, and it just got a whole lot more important, because they bought a swimming pool.  Now, the way the backyard is set up, you can’t do any real digging in it close to the house, except for a couple of bones, because Dad says all the gas and electric stuff is under the grass there.  So they bought the kind you have to take down every year.  Jamie is so excited; he’s been after Dad for years about this, from what I heard Mom saying.  Naturally, I helped out by sitting in the middle of the liner, snatching all the tools and running away with them, licking Dad’s face when he was sitting on the ground trying to install the legs; that sort of thing.  I like to be helpful.  I know they appreciated my efforts, because they kept shouting my name.

However, I couldn’t help them all the time, and when they weren’t looking, I was busy with my crate.  See, Dad sells “home improvements” and is pretty good at it, which Mom thinks is funny because Dad says he really can’t fix anything, but he’s good at telling people what to do.  Although he did a good job on the pool.  Anyway, Dad had taken two old carpet samples from his work that they were going to throw away, and put them under my fleece crate liner.  I didn’t like them.  I dragged out the crate liner, and set that aside.  Then, I attacked the carpet samples.  I wiggled them out one at a time and began to chew, and chew, and chew until they were just a loose pile of remnants on the floor.  When Mom came in and saw my proud pile of shreds, she couldn’t believe it.  “It’s a whole new meaning to shag carpet!” she said.  Dad just laughed and said, “It wasn’t our best seller, anyway!”