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1/15/15 Say, Can I Say?

Can I say a few things?

Like, all the changes to WordPress are kind of tweaking me out. I might have to switch back to “classic” mode, because it kind of bothers me to see, “Yay!” after I create a post. Call me a curmudgeon, (get it? “cur” mudgeon) but I don’t like the “Yay” business. It’s harder to follow comments, too. I could gripe a while, but I’ll spare you.

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Speaking of tweaking, Mom learned the hard way not to tweak my dog food. She changed my usual brand, and, while the new one was tasty, it had two unfortunate side effects.

The first was noticed by Dad, who was rocking his groove (aka, sitting in his spot on the couch) and I lay comfortably at his feet. I had eaten dinner and was feeling fat and happy, when a little burble started in my stomach that eventually worked its way out of my hind quarters. Sniff, sniff. Dad’s glasses melted off his face and he hollered, “WHAT is that STENCH?!” I have news for Dad. Girls don’t “fart”, they “fluff”. And fluff I did!

The next morning, I ran down to my favorite spot on the landing and hurked up some green stuff. Mom said, “This is why we don’t get new carpet!” for the umpteenth time, and cleaned up the mess. Soon she was back at the grocery store, buying my usual brand of dog food and giving away the rest to Erik, whose dog’s tummy is not quite as touchy as Yours Truly.

My stomach discomforts aside, Jamie has been working on a Lego “The Tumbler” Batmobile. It’s got about a zillion little (crunchy) plastic pieces, and they are all separated into little (crunchy) plastic bags with numbers on them. It’s become quite the game between him and I; him doing the building and me snatching the little bags and making a break for it. But his progress is very good. He only has about three bags left. Here are pictures of the interior and jet engine:

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I’ll post a complete picture of “The Tumbler” when it’s completed. Yes, Jamie is certainly quite the Lego engineer.

Now if he could only engineer me up some dog food that didn’t make me fluff.

Woof! Love, Maggie

6/5/14 Frustrated!

I’m so frustrated!  I have the pic of Jamie’s graduation, some cool pix from a retro car show we saw, and a snap of us going for ice cream (I got a Frosty Paws).  And nothing is loading.  Advice, anyone?

 

Oh, I received notification that it was my one-year bloggaversary.  So thank you to my readers, I can’t believe it’s been a year and I hope I can get this photo issue resolved!

Woof!

Love, Maggie

3/4/14 A T-Shirt from Farfetchedfriends and Updates

 

The T-Shirt

I was pleasantly surprised when Mom brought in a package – for me – from the Mailbox.  Mailbox is one of those people that I’m kinda “iffy” about, since half the time Mom is cursing when she sees what is in his mouth.  But sometimes, she gets really happy about what he spits out.  So I sniff him and kind of keep my distance.  Anyway.

I got this great WordPress T-shirt from Vanessa at farfetchedfriends and her Young One.  Gosh, I miss them!  The Young One drew all the pictures and I love the Hairy Bullet, the shoe, the skunk…heck I love it all:

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I have thus far not allowed Mom to put the T-shirt over my head.  When she tries, I turn it into a wrestling match!  Sending out a Woof, a big Tail Wag and lots of Pittie kisses to Vanessa and The Young One!

Recovery

I have just about fully recovered from my stay at the boarding nightmare.  The company’s Corporate office did not call Mom back, so she fired off a 2-page nastygram with pictures and other evidence via something called, “Certified Mail”.  Mom says this is so that “they can’t say they didn’t get it” and she assures me she is going to see this thing through to the bitter end.  My elbows are almost all cleared up, and my leg is much better, too.  Thanks again to everyone for all their good wishes while I was recovering on my chair.

Fish

I feel sorry for the Fish, swimming around in their little wet cubes.  Something is wrong with Bubba, one of the big goldfish.  When Jamie first got him, some of his scales were a little ruffled up and we thought he either hurt himself in the move to our house, or maybe he had “Ich”.  So Mom treated him for “Ich” and, although the little ruffle did not go down, he didn’t get any worse.  Now he has a huge lump on his side where the scales used to be ruffled up.  Mom put him in a Hospital Tank and is giving him Lifeguard and antibiotics.  She told Jamie it might be a tumor, but she’s not sure.  Mom and Jamie looked up all Bubba’s symptoms on the computer.  There’s no Fish Doctor around here, so Mom is winging it.  I hope he gets better, because he looks lonely.  Anyone out there have good info on goldfish, please write.

Petitions

I don’t know if WP stands for WordPress or WordPetitions.  It seems like each and every time I scroll through the reader, instead of getting posts from the people I follow, I’m getting all these graphic petitions about animal abuse and killing.  I really don’t think it is fair to post such bloody pictures when your audience is unsuspecting.  While I realize abuse is a big problem (I am, after all, a shelter dog), I don’t think it’s right when Jamie wants to look over my shoulder and then sees a pool of blood with a skinned animal in it.  This is, after all, a blog, and if you want to write about the subject – fine.  I’ll even sign your petition.  Just please cool it already with the bloody photos.

Woof!  And thanks for reading.  Love, Maggie

 

 

1/29/14 The Day After

I’ve had a pretty good Day-After-My-Birthday.  One toy is destroyed and the other has a nice dent in it.  I was able to take a nap in the sunshine at my spot at the top of the stairs.  It got up to a balmy 22 today, so I got to tag along to pick Jamie up from school (but I had to wear my coat).

I was happy to take a ride in Zeus, the little Fiat, and watched the scenery out of the window going by for a couple of blocks.  Then I figured out it was all snow, and more snow, and more snow, so I put my head on the seat and relaxed instead.

Mom didn’t give me wet food today, but she did put some of the juice from the chicken on my dry food.  Delicious!  Mom had cooked the chicken in beer and told me not to get drunk.  I wonder what she meant by that.

I also got to read the next chapter in cb’s book he is writing.  Check out http://www.contrafactual@wordpress.com for a mind-blowing zombie story, and some cool sci-fi chapters, too.  You’ll be hooked in no time!

Aside from one Hairy Bullet blanket-stealer incident, the day has been great.  Hope yours was, too!

Woof!  Love, Maggie