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2/18/14 Hello To My Followers!

Hello and welcome to my followers, those that are new and those that have been with me from the beginning.  I would like to thank you for joining me here at WP and send you all out a hearty “WOOF!” I couldn’t do this blog without you.  I am grateful for you!

I have been adopted for 9 months now.  I re-posted my very first blog, “The Visit”, to get you acquainted with my story.  I am a 2 year-old shelter rescue American Staffordshire Terrier.  Some know me by my slang name of “Pitbull”, but that actually covers a number of dog breeds. 

I was in the shelter from the time I was 9 months old, after being kicked to the street (post-puppy birth).  I lived in the shelter for 6 months.  I have been adopted for 9 months (as I mentioned) and just celebrated my 2 year-old birthday on January 28.  It feels great to be out of the shelter and in a family home.  We have had our trials, tribulations, training, and boot camp.  I am happy to say it is working itself out.  Thank you for following my adventures with me and my pack of humans.  We are approaching our one year anniversary as a family on May 12, 2014.

I would also like to say “Thank you” for those of you who are supporting your no-kill animal shelters.  The fact that I lived in a shelter for 6 months is testimony to those fine humans who work there, never giving up on us animals until a family match is found.  The work is tiring and often thankless, but I wouldn’t be here if it were not for the caring staff at Chicago Ridge Animal Welfare.  If you haven’t considered contributing to your local no-kill shelter, I beg you to do so.  Blankets, old towels, bags of dry dog and cat food, and bags of cat litter are most welcome anytime and no contribution is too small.  Even dropping off one bag of food can feed several dogs or cats.

Thank you for following my blog!  Your reading means the world to me.

Woof!  (tail wags) Love, Maggie

12/18/13 1,000 Likes, A “Thank You”, and A Re-Introduction

I have been informed by WP that I have reached the milestone of, “1,000 Likes”.  While to some bloggers, this number is small, it represents a huge achievement for me.  (Tail wags!)  I want to thank you from the bottom of my Hairy Bullet heart for your Likes and Following my blog.  I know you could be doing other things with your time, and I try to put out a good, clean, blog for all to read.  I was excited a few months ago to have 5 Followers and 5 Likes, and I am just as excited today to reach this number with all of you.  Woof!

I was further nominated for A Christmas Bouquet (3 awards out of 48) by Ajaytao (Ajaytao2010@wordpress.com).  I am so grateful for his kind recognition.  If you are unfamiliar with Ajaytao, I urge you to check out his blog, and feast your eyes on his breathtaking pictures, his words of wisdom and sage advice, and poetic writing.  Thank you.

Finally, I wanted to re-introduce myself to some of my new followers.  I am Maggie, an American Staffordshire Terrier (commonly referred to as a “Pitbull”).  I am going to be 2 years old on January 28.  I was beaten, bred, my pups taken, thrown out into the street like trash, lived for 6 months without even a blanket in an animal shelter, and was put up for adoption by the kind, hard-working people there.  I was taken to my new home 7 months ago, and this blog is a diary of my journey from Shelter Dog to Family Pet, and my observations of Life As Seen By A Dog.

Thank you again for your support of my project, your kind words, and your time.  It means a lot to me!

Woof!  Love, Maggie


11/16/13 Bootcamp Training and Afterward

(October-Early November, 2013)  The Alpha Male came early the next morning with a bowl of food and water.  I ate hungrily, lapped up all the water, and was let let out into a dog run in the large backyard.  Several other dogs, some my size, others much larger, were already out there.

I walked warily around, sniffing, ready to mix it up, if need be.  But the other dogs weren’t looking for a fight.  Everyone did their business, and we were herded back inside the house.  We were crated, then brought out to work, first individually, then in groups. 

I was with a pack of large dogs and huge German Shepherd police training dogs.  These shepherds were half my age and twice my size already!  I figured I’d better watch my step and keep my hair down.

From that day on it was work, work, work.  Sit.  Stay.  Heel.  About turn.  Back.  Down.  Recall.  Figure 8.  Finish.  All the commands I had learned in Obedience school, over and over and over.  Then bang!  Into the crate, another biscuit, and lights out.  Mom still did not come to get me.  I knew I’d been booted out for good.  I was devastated, but felt the need to survive.

Soon, other elements were added to my days of never-ending training:  invited to jump on the couch or counter, I was then met with a loud noise and a sharp, “Off!”  This applied to chairs and the beds, too.

Sneakily, I decided to chew through my lead (the Alpha had switched it from the leather one to my regular, nylon one) but was unpleasantly surprised to find that it tasted indescribably awful!  The Alpha had sprayed it with “Bitter Apple”.  Yuck!  What was worse, if I jumped repeatedly, or tried the old “Hairy Bullet” on the Alpha, he sprayed the noxious stuff into my mouth.  Horrible!  I soon straightened out in regards to chewing and Hairy Bullet-ing.

It wasn’t all bad, though.  My crate was actually my respite from all the other dogs.  And exercise time was my favorite.  The Alpha Male would hold a long plastic pole with a bit of fur connected to the end, and swing it all around.  We dogs would jump and run and grab for that pole with our jaws, and then hang on for dear life!  It was a lot of fun.  I really got into good shape, too.  That playtime was a terrific stress reliever after working so hard all day long.

But I was lonely.  There was no soft dog bed.  No table scraps (in fact, he only fed me once, in the morning).  No Jamie to say, “Hi, Mags!” in that sweet voice he uses.  No Dad to greet when he comes home at darktime.  And no Mom to curl up with on the human bed, her hand draping over my belly, cooing soft words if I twitched or stirred in the night.  I told myself I had to get over it, that those days were gone forever.  This was life at bootcamp.

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By now, you’ve probably read, “The Homecoming” and you know that my family DID come get me.  And not just Mom or Jamie…the whole family came out to retrieve me.  I’d just like to say a few words about this whole experience.

I never want to go through this again!

At home, life IS different now.  Much more regimented.  I sleep in the crate.  I eat once a day.  And several times a day, Mom or Jamie or both work with me on commands.  Dad is putting an exercise pole like the one Daryl had together for me so I can get constructive play in the backyard.

Also, they are going to tether me with a 30 foot-long lead in the back so that if I DO smell a rabbit, I WON’T bolt through the fence.  That is, unless they make me a dog run.  Mom thinks I’ll have more yard if we use the tether.  I will not be left out all day, just for those times when I want to spend some time outdoors.  When I’m supervised, I’ll be able to run around freely.

Laurel still comes and gives me walks.  She stopped by the morning after I came home to say hello, give me a couple pets, and go over commands with Mom.  So all my instructions will be consistent.

I haven’t barked once at the small dogs.  Mom wants us to officially sniff n’ greet in the Forest Preserve.  I do try to jump on the furniture, and today Mom had to spray the Bitter Apple in my mouth when I tried to destroy a new dog bed.  We are all working on my behavior together.

I was very unhappy to find out that 4 Paws Playhouse, the doggie day care that Mom wanted to send me to, has right on their website:  “No American Staffordshire Terriers, Pit Bulls, or Akita type dogs are allowed.”  We are all very upset about this Breed Discrimination.  I don’t know how people expect dogs like me to get socialized if we are not given an opportunity to socialize.  Kind of like needing experience to get a job, but no job will hire you to give you the experience you need (in human terms).  It’s frustrating.

I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten all caught up on the blogging I’ve missed.  You have all had some wonderful blogs, and I’ve missed all of you dreadfully.  You are my WP family, and when I say, “Woof!”  I mean it.  Sending each and every one of you a big tail wag, and a dogsmile.  I’m so happy to be back!





11/13/13 …It’s Been A Weird Two Weeks

It’s been a weird two weeks without Maggie.  I go pick her up tonight at 9:00.  I know that is late, especially since I have to work on commands with the trainer afterwards, but I think the reasoning is that there is one more Obedience Class ending at 8:30 that she is scheduled to attend.

The trainer wasn’t overly-communicative with me while Maggie was gone.  All I know is that she was doing well and was a good girl throughout the process.  I expect to have a lot more information later.

Since Maggie hasn’t had access to a computer, she hasn’t blogged.  I’d like to thank everyone who’s stuck with her during this time, though.  I know she has a lot of blogroll reading and catching up to do.  I’m sure Maggie herself will have a lot to say, and I’m looking forward to seeing how the next days and weeks develop.

A couple have things have changed on the human front since Mags left:  my son Erik moved back in and he brought 2 small dogs with  him.  They will be confined to the downstairs area where he lives, which is sizable enough, and there are precautions in place; however, how Maggie relates with other dogs is going to be an interesting situation.  I hope beyond hope that it will be a safe and compatible one.  I did tell Erik he needed to have a “Plan B” in place in the event Mags does not do well with his animals.  This is, after all, Maggie’s home and I do not want her to be unduly stressed.  I also don’t want my dog in a situation where she is bound to fail.

During this time, I was also hired at the library at school where I have been volunteering.  I am extremely pleased to be working with the children and with the books.  I do love this work.  I was given the excellent suggestion of doggie day care by cb from Contrafactual to care for Mags so she is not unduly in the crate while I am working.  Also, when things looked bleak and I could not see my way past the two weeks Maggie was gone, I received a lovely coffee mug from Vanessa from farfetchedfriends.  This mug had seven pictures of Maggie on it and it says, “Forever Our Girl”.  I can’t tell you how uplifted and touched I felt after receiving that gift.

Jamie says that Maggie returning to blogging will be “the greatest comeback in WordPress history” and I hope that he is right.  For now, however, please wish us all luck, and lots of tail wags and dogsmiles.

Your friend,