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12/26/14 The Letter I Got From Santa, And Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve, Mom hung up a stocking for me over the fireplace. Then she put trees in front of the fireplace so I would not be tempted to jump up and snatch the stocking down. On Christmas morning, the stocking was stuffed full of goodies, and, lo and behold, a letter from Santa Claus himself!

The letter said that I had been a very good girl this year. I was happy to hear that! I have been trying so hard.

I also received a rawhide shaped like a wreath, a package of small rawhide treats, a new Nylabone, a giant KONG stuffed dog toy, and a treat jar full of soft treats.

Most special to me, though, was a new dog tag from “Tags for Hope”. The tag is shaped and colored like a driver’s license (made to look like it’s issued from your state), and has my picture on it. It has Mom’s cell phone number in big text on the top, and my name, fur color, eye color, species, and breed on the front. On the back, Mom had the Tags people include that I am very friendly to humans, but do not get along well with smaller animals. She also listed my allergies, my vet’s phone number, and my microchip number.

I am touched that my humans love me so much that they don’t want to chance anything happening to me should I become lost. Being home with my family was the greatest gift of all this year, and that’s not found in any bag or box under the tree.



We had company all Christmas Eve. The kids came over separately: first, Erik, because he was off work. Then Jenny, when she got off work; then they left, and a short time later the human Mike came over. Mostly, the humans ate, opened their gifts, ooohed and aaahed over how well I was behaving, gave me pets and loving, and played games at the kitchen table. Mom did not want to do a lot of “entertaining” because she is still healing, and because I behaved, she was able to relax and take it easy.

Of course, Mom could not resist giving me tidbits with my kibble for Christmas Eve dinner. I tasted some turkey, baby carrots, and lamb. Of course, I wanted the cookies, but had to settle for a rawhide!

Mom wrote a little bit about me to the Animal Welfare League (Chicago Ridge, IL) Facebook, and they put me on as their cover photo. That is the shelter I was adopted from. So if you are on FB and want to check it out, I thought I should mention it.

Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you had a good one, filled with love from your humans and animal companions. I hold you all close in my big canine heart, and wish all of you a very Happy New Year!

Woof! Love, Maggie


11/3/14 How My 1st Halloween Went

I had my first Halloween in a furever home this year. Last year, I was training. This year, I got to see the trick-or-treaters. And there weren’t many. Mother Nature played her Trick and all our nice Fall weather went away, the cold came, and the fluffy white stuff fell from the sky. By the next day the weather was beautiful again, and Mom said they should have called a “Mulligan” and let the kids do it over. She doesn’t know what to do with all the candy.

Mom and Dad said I behaved very nicely. Jamie had his special friend over, and for the early part of the evening, I sat in the crate (and cried) just to get used to everything.  Soon enough, they let me out and I minded my manners well.

The few times the doorbell rang, I barked an alarm, then “sat” and “stayed” on command. Then I asked for a treat since I was being good and guarding the house.

Two Halloween incidents that stand out in my mind are: 1) when I was in the crate, our first trick-or-treater came around with one of the neighbor dogs. This dog took a sniff of MY Mom and shot into the house. Mom grabbed the dog in a bear hug and said, “No! No! Maggie’s in the crate and she’ll have a fit if you are here!” and she gently pushed the dog back outside. I cannot BELIEVE that when I was incarcerated, someone tried to get on my turf. I tell you, one cannot slack off for a second around here. Woof!

2), Mom had this annoying light (she called it a “strobe light”) in the kitchen and was taking it outside. I didn’t like it and started backing up when I saw it. But then it let out a werewolf howl, and I tucked my tail in and ran like heck for my spot upstairs. I guess I’m kind of a fraidy cat sometimes. Mom realized it was upsetting me and switched it off. Then she put it in front of the door with the motion sensor on, so the trick-or-treaters could enjoy it.

I guess the howliday was OK. Jamie was bitterly disappointed when the Dalek costume fell to pieces bringing it upstairs. Luckily, Mom had bought a “Blues Brothers” suit for him just in case that happened. So Jamie dressed like Joliet Jake and later put the tie on me and called me, “Elwood”:


My sweet home, Chicago!

Woof! Love, Maggie

2/10/14 Food

The weather is still very, very cold.  The snow is piled up several feet high – so high, that when Mom takes me to pick Jamie up from school, she can’t see around the frozen mountains and has to inch Zeus out a little at a time to make a turn.

Needless to say, I haven’t been going out.  I’m spending a lot of time eating, and thinking about food. 

This morning, after Mom gave me my breakfast, I went to lie down on my blanket in the living room.  That is, until I heard her open the bread wrapper.  Then I zoomed into the kitchen, skidded across the ceramic floor, and took my “spot” on the rug near the sink.  Mom is usually good about sharing her toast.  Especially the crunchy, sprouted, no-flour toast that she’s been eating lately.  With a little organic peanut or cashew butter on it, that’s good eating.  Yum!

The other day, Mom made a pan of lasagne.  It was big enough to cut into thirds:  one third for the first night, one third to be frozen and gifted to Mike, and the final third to be eaten today.  Mom wasn’t hungry at dinnertime, so I danced around Jamie’s chair, looking for a table-scrap handout.  When Dad comes home, I’ll repeat that performance.  Taa-daaah!

I have learned that good-to-eat things come out of Refrigerator, Oven, Microwave, and Toaster Oven (do not bark at him when he dings!)  Pantry is stocked, too, and when I hear the door opening, I come running.  That’s where the dog food is.  Don’t tell Mom, but I can actually “nose” open Pantry’s door and get at the dog food.  I don’t think she’s noticed.  Cabinet is the place for treats.  When I want I treat, I prance like a reindeer over to Cabinet, and make Mom laugh.  Then she’s good for about two treats.  I put on a quality show!  Don’t listen when Jamie says I’m getting fat – I’m just getting fluffy!

Woof!  Love, Maggie


6/5/13, The Maggie Mobile, and Lance Armstrongs


A huge box arrived today from the man with the big truck.  Jamie and Mom were very excited over it!  Jamie tore open the box and proceeded to tinker around with a very strange-looking thing that he called, “The Maggie Mobile”.  What this had to do with me, I had no idea.  But I was about to find out!

Soon he had built a crate on two wheels that he was very proud of.  Then he went into the garage and there I was shocked to discover that both he and Mom had the two-wheels that nearly run me down when I am walking in the woods!  They call them “bikes” but Jamie calls the people who ride them, “Lance Armstrongs”.  I’m getting a little off track here, but when we’re out in the woods, he’ll say, “Look out, Maggie, Lance Armstrong at 1:00!” then he pulls me to the side as some guy in tight pants whizzes by on the two-wheels, er, bike.

Anyway, once I got over my shock that my family owned these things, I was even more surprised when Jamie pulled out what he called a “dogbone” and connected the crate (he called it a “trailer”) to Mom’s bike and said, “Let’s take Maggie for a ride!”  Then they tossed assorted treats into The Maggie Mobile and tried to coax me into it.

The rolling death trap.  NO WAY was I putting a paw in there, much less my head and tail!  Oh, they tried.  They even picked me up and threw me in!  But I jumped back out again through the flap, snatching the treats as I went.  Ha!!

But I may be in trouble over the weekend.  Dad says he’s going to strap me in!!!