6/20/15 A Pre-Father’s Day Celebration

Since the humans are so spread out in their obligations, we are having a Pre-Father’s Day celebration here. Mike and Erik and Jenny are coming over for a late dinner, and probably a bonfire in the back yard. Mom is calling it, “Father’s Day Weekend”. Dad will open his gifts tonight.

Mom has been busy all day, making sure things are as close to “just right” as she can get them. What a fussbudget!

Mom baked this lovely pie for Dad. It’s a butter-and-vodka crust with triple berry filling, made from fresh blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. It’s Dad’s favorite.

Naturally, I’ve been smelling the pie all day, and naturally, too, that’s all I’m getting: a sniff. However, I did overhear Mom saying that she had a peanut-butter Pupsicle for me, so I’m getting dessert at least!

The other thing Mom did is to get me the most ginormous tennis ball I’ve ever seen. It’s so big I can barely get my jaws around it. So I ripped off a small piece of the covering and have been carrying it around by this “handle” I made. I think I’m rather clever!

I’m really having a good time with the tennis ball. Mom wants me tired out so I am good with company tonight.

Tomorrow, Dad, Mom, and Jamie are going to see their friends for lunch, and to a Classic Car Show.

Right now, Dad is snoring on the couch. Mom asked him to turn off the TV because she was tired of hearing the Bud Light “Fiesta” commercials. Dad turned off the idiot box and put his feet up and promptly fell asleep. He’s snoring. I tried to lick his face, but he must have RADAR in his sleep, because he pushed me away and kept on sawing logs.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there! Remember, just about anyone can be a father. But it takes someone special to be a dad.

Woof!

Love, Maggie

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2/19/15 A Special Hello

I wanted to say a special hello to a little girl that I will call, “Ry”. She was worried she wouldn’t hear any more Maggie stories, but I wanted to send her out a tail wag and let her know there would be plenty more of them coming. Woof! And thanks for reading to everyone!

I had a great day today. I didn’t have to spend too much time in the crate, and when Jamie and Mom came home, we had rousing play of “gimme dat” with the new toy. We played for a very long time. The humans would hide, and I would try to keep the toy all to myself. Then they would jump out and chase me. When one of the humans got the toy, we had a lovely tug o’ war. I love that game! We played until my belly was pink from exertion and I was drooling. Then we all had a cool drink. You can see that I am all smiles:

You can also see where I’ve torn the fabric off the tennis ball. Woof! Mom says I have made, “great, great strides” because when they first adopted me, I was somewhat aggressive about guarding my toys. Now I know that if one of my humans takes my toy, they are going to give it back. So sometimes I will even allow Jamie to take a toy from my mouth. No growling. Mom almost cries when she sees this. She says, “Maggie has grown so much!”

Mom and Jamie are trying hard to keep me exercised and happy, because it is bitterly, bitterly cold outside. The wind was about -30 today, and Mom is beginning to despair that we will never see Spring.

The snow is…weird. It has a film of thin ice crystals on it, and when we do got outside, it crunches like Styrofoam. Sometimes, the snow supports my weight, but other times, I go crashing right through it and land up to my belly in the freezing flakes. I tell you, it is not easy on me. I do my beeswax and make a run for the back door pronto!

Where the sun does not shine next to the house, there is a thick coating of ice. I had to congratulate myself that, when Mom took me out, I DID see the rabbit in the woods, and DIDN’T take off like a Husky pulling a sled. Mom was attached to the other end of my leash, and surely she would have fallen on that ice! I was aware of that, and protected my human. Mom gave me a treat when we got inside.

Now, I think it is time to curl up on my chair and snore loudly. What a fun day I have had!

Woof! Love, Maggie

1/7/15 Tennis ball, anyone?

Brrrrr! -40 wind chills and schools are closed for the day!

Jamie and Mom broke out the tennis ball to give me some constructive playtime. I’m going a little stir crazy, and some tennis ball is just what the Vet ordered!

Now in the above picture it looks like my ear is cropped. I can assure you, my humans would never, ever, crop my ears or dock my tail. I gave my head a good shake and fixed my ear, then I was off, tearing up and down the stairs after the tennis ball with unbridled joy. Jamie threw the ball, it bounced once, and I caught it mid-air. Mom said I was a good girl! She also said, “It’s no wonder we don’t get new carpet,” but I don’t know what she’s talking about.

Then Jamie cornered me in the upstairs hallway. Oooh, he’s good. I had the tennis ball, and he stretched out on his back and stroked my face and jaw, telling me to give him the tennis ball. I was going to do it, too, but then Mom charged up the stairs, and I bolted into an upright position, and leaped over Jamie like Superman leaps over buildings with a single bound, only I fell a little short on my landing and…

Nuts.

Jamie was OK, Mom felt really, really bad, and I got the tennis ball and went to my spot on the landing.

All’s well that ends well, I guess!

Woof! Love, Maggie

11/14/14 Tennis Balls and Toy Bones

Mom told me she has to leave for the hospital in just 2 days, and she has been paying extra attention to me because of that.

This morning saw the return of the Hairy Bullet and Mom laughed so hard she cried. It started with this thing Mom found called a “tennis ball”. It was in the K9 cannon, but Mom took it out and threw it around for me (it’s cold out, and I don’t like the cold). So here she’s throwing the ball in the house, and I’m pounding after it (all 55 lbs.). But every time I get a paw on the ball it goes dribbling out from between my front feet, bouncing all over. So I have to jump up and pounce on it to get my mouth around it. Then I shoot up the stairs and down the hall and back again. Good thing it is carpeted up there. Because I went in to a major skid and totally slammed into the wall when I tried that move downstairs.

Anyway, our rough play ended upstairs, where lo and behold – not just one toy bone, but TWO toy bones, and a couple real ones lying around for good measure. I abandoned the tennis ball and streaked around with the toy bone (I kept changing them to throw Mom off). I rocketed in a “U” pattern: out from the hall, into the bedroom, tear across the human bed (freshly made), down off the bed, back out into the hall, switch bones, back in again. Mom tried to get pictures but she couldn’t, she really couldn’t, because I was way too fast. And she was laughing so hard.

Mom said the look on my face was priceless; rolling my eyes and flattening my ears, crouching low to the floor like I dropped my suspension and zoooom!!! Rip, rip, rip went my claws on the carpet. Rip, rip, rip went the blankets on the bed. Once I had them all lumped in a giant mountain in the middle, I heaved a great sigh and jumped to the floor to concentrate on the larger of the bones:

After a while we went back downstairs. I was pooped out from all that running and jumping. Mom caught me smiling while napping:

It’s true, a tired Pittie is a happy Pittie!

Woof! Love, Maggie