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2/1/16 A couple of notes and The Wednesday Witch

  • Happy February! We made it through January! That’s something to celebrate!
  • I took a few days off to celebrate my birthday and ended up with a posse of computer problems. It’s so bad, Dad actually purchased a new (refurbished) Mac and we expect it some time this week.
  • Mom got a note from her Super Agent Nancy, and has been editing and reformatting the books all weekend. She kicked started the computer* about a dozen times, but got the work done. Please wish us luck! We have our paws crossed!wetnoms

That’s a picture of me diving into those luscious wet noms for my birthday. Nothing but dry kibble since then. Oh, yes, and then there’s the treats (before you go feeling sorry for me, woof woof woof!)


*When Mom was a little girl, she read a wonderful story called, “The Wednesday Witch” by Ruth Chew (the book is since out of print. Mom still  has a copy, and has read it to all the kids). Basically, it’s a story about a very imaginative little girl; a cat named Cinders; magic scissors (they don’t actually cut anything, just make the item smaller); a Wednesday Witch; and a magic flying vacuum (canister style) named James.

When the Wednesday Witch (her magic was strongest on Wednesdays, the day she was born) wanted James to fly, she would point the wand end straight out and arrange the hose behind her like a tail. Then she would administer a horrible kick to James’ sides.

When the imaginative little girl got James, she realized he would fly just by pointing the wand. James was very grateful not to be kicked. And this is how Mom imagines herself trying to get the computer to work. Straddling the unit, pointing the mouse into the air, and giving it a couple of good, swift, kicks.

Oh, another point. Every vacuum Mom has ever owned has been named, “James”.

Woof! Love, Maggie




11/1/14 Guest Blogger, Mom: “Your Dog Does Not Respect You”

Dear Friends,

Today, Jamie and I went out to a Flea Market that we will call “The Swap”. Everybody in the family got a little something. When we were on the way out, we saw a stand with dog collars and treats, so we stopped to purchase some goodies for Maggie. Jamie got a great pic of her with her new collar on. I think the hot pink goes very well with her coloration.


After I purchased the items, the owner of the booth and I struck up a conversation. It turns out that she knows the people who run Maggie’s dog school and the “Alpha Male”.  I had inquired about a different type of prong collar that Laurel had shown me in my home, and I was taken aback when the woman told me that “that product does not exist”. I didn’t want to argue that I had seen the prong collar I was inquiring about, and I dropped it.

I had mentioned to this lady that I was still having an issue with Maggie jumping. She told me, “I don’t mean to be rude, but…” (that’s never a good start) and then proceeded to tell me that if “you are still having issues with your dog after all that training, then the problem is you. Your dog does not respect you. She thinks, ‘Oh, I can do this because she’s not going to do anything about it’.  And if you want her to stop jumping on people, you need to put your fists together like this (puts fists together) and club her right in the head. Put her to the floor and she’ll start to respect you.”

I was horrified at this idea. Jamie and I quickly said our goodbyes and left.

It bothered me all the way home. When Jim came back from work, I discussed the conversation with him. He told me that he didn’t believe that Maggie did not respect me. He also said that we treat Maggie as part of the family, and like to play with her, and sure if I clubbed her in the head and put her to the floor then she might get more obedient, but our play time would stop.

I don’t believe that Maggie doesn’t respect me, and I know that Maggie loves me with all her heart. I am sure that, compared to professional trainers like the Alpha Male, I’m a big ol’ softie. All I know is that when I am sick or when I am down or when I am sad, my dog is at my side with a wag of her tail and a kiss for me, any time of day or night. And I guess if that means if she’s a tad bit jumpy, I’ll live with that.  Laurel and I are working with Maggie on not going nuts when I’m answering the doorbell, and we are using positive reinforcement, not brute force. I’d much rather give a pat and a treat then a punch or a kick. Just the idea of clocking Maggie one on the skull with my fist makes me shudder.

In that regard, Maggie had quite a nice first Halloween (you will recall she was at Boot Camp last year). She spent some time in the crate when we had company and when the doorbell first rang, but later came out and was a real lady with everyone.

We had a bit of snow, which was Nature’s “Trick” so I have lots of “Treats” left over. What a bummer! But Maggie showed a good deal of restraint when the trick-or-treaters came to the door. She would bark, and wag her tail, then retreated and “sat”. What was funny was, she expected a treat herself after every ring of the bell (“guarding the house”)! So she got into the holiday spirit.

I think Maggie has made great strides and Jim mentioned her good behavior yesterday as well during our conversation together.

Thank you for all your love and support of Maggie. We love her very, very much.

Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!

Your friend,


5/12/14 My One Year Family-versarry!

Exactly one year ago today, I was adopted from the South Suburban (Chicago Ridge) Animal Welfare Society, where I had lived in a kennel for six months.

I remember it like it was yesterday:  a smiling lady and her boy came in, looked me over, looked at all the other dogs, then came back to me and pointed.  “This one!”  the boy said, “I like this one!”  My kennel number was 23, and one of the volunteers put a lead on me and led me to the back room for a “sniff and greet”.  I leaned up against these two humans to hug them and kissed them all over their faces and hands.  They seemed pleased.  I was happy.

But then I was put back in my kennel.  I thought all night about what could have gone wrong.  The people seemed to like me, said they wanted me – ?  I put my head down on the cold cement and didn’t sleep all night. 

The next day, some Shelter people took me to a big room with lots of lights.  When I woke up my tummy hurt and it was shaved.  I didn’t know what was going on, but found out later that the lady and the boy had in fact adopted me, and this thing I had to go through with my tummy was part of the deal.  I also found out that the lady had called the Shelter so many times to check on me that they finally asked her if she wanted to take me home immediately after the tummy surgery.  Knowing Mom as I know her now, her persistence does not surprise me.  My people DID take me home right after the surgery, and nursed me from a skinny 36 pounds to a muscular 52. 

I have learned so much in the past year of how to be a family companion.  I have learned little things, like not to be afraid of the Appliances in the house and to watch out the window “on guard”.  I have learned to be helpful and that, unlike my life before the Shelter, there is always a pet and a treat around the corner.  I tuck my humans into bed each night with a little kiss and then a big sigh as I lay down on my bed near them.  This year has been one of ups and downs, of loving, living, and learning, and I know my place in the home is secure.  I have learned big things, too, like I know my people love me unconditionally, just like I love them.

Happy Family-versarry!  I am so happy.  Life is good!  Woof!  Love, Maggie


5/24/13 The Long Walk

This afternoon, Mom leashed me up and took me out in the car to the Forest Preserves and we went for a 2-mile walk in the woods.  I think it had something to do with me trying to bite her yesterday.  I have to admit, I was doing a bit of testing, because I kept trying to walk in front of her like I was Lead Dog, and she kept pulling me to the side.  I found the walk was much nicer when I wasn’t struggling and tugging and straining, so I settled down after a while. 

I was actually glad that Mom kept me on the short leash because there are hidden dangers in the woods, like humans running up from any direction all of a sudden.  Or worse, people on two wheels that come darting over the hills out of nowhere!  At those times I just froze with my ears up and stayed close to Mom.  Mom patted me and told me I was good.  Then she’d give me a treat.  She reassured me I was good on the walk.  I was happy to hear that.  After yesterday, I needed to hear that.  Then I was so tired I crawled right into my crate and fell asleep for a long time.  I don’t mind the crate so much, as long as it’s on my terms.  I can sleep in there without anyone petting me or bothering me. 

Grandma came back!  I’m so happy to see her! She’s really a nice dog person.  I think she’s staying the weekend.  So I know I’ll get something good to eat at dinnertime.  Yum.