9/27/15 The Massage, and a Gala Event

My good human friend Laurel has started Massage Therapy School. Mom was delighted when Laurel offered to come over and practice a bit.

I greeted Laurel ecstatically at the door, but she was not here for a walk. She had a ginormous, square, bag with her that proved to be a portable massage table.

Quick as a wink, she’d set it up and Mom climbed up and lay face-down on the table.

I very, very, much wanted to lie down with my human. But all I could get was two paws on top of the table. “Silly girl!” Laurel laughed when she saw me scrambling, trying to get up there.

Finally, I gave up that tactic and went around to the front, where lo and behold! I spied Mom’s face, downward towards the floor in this pillow-like thing.

Naturally, I scooted underneath and gave her big kisses to let her know I’d still be here when she climbed down off the table. Then I sat on the couch to wait.


smoochie, smoochie! You can’t go anywhere, Mom!

When Laurel was done, Mom felt in tiptop shape. I swear, she must be part dog because Mom seemed to like getting her back rubbed, just like I do. Mom told Laurel thank you about a million times and wished her good luck in school. Laurel is already very talented and can only improve from here!

Another sneaking suspicion I have that Mom is part dog (aside from her being able to smell everything) is the issue of her ears. Her hearing, to be precise.

Last night, Mom and Dad attended an 80th Gala of the shelter where I was adopted from. Mom and Dad got dressed up in their nice clothes and out they went. I thought for sure I was going in the crate, and cowered a little, but Mom and Dad left me with Jamie, who was going out with Erik a little while later. So, for the moment, I was safe from the crate. I like being with Jamie. He took me outside and later gave me a belly rub.

Before I knew it, Mom and Dad were home! Mom had a distressed look on her face. It turns out that the Gala had hired a band to play during and after dinner, and the band was VERY LOUD. Some of the older guests were seen putting their hands over their ears. Mom said when she got out of there, her ears were ringing. The Gala had been nice enough, but Mom had been disappointed. Only one other couple sat at their table, and the photographer refused to take pictures of the empty table. Not all the seats were filled, and that made the band seem louder because of the echo effect. So, realizing she and Dad were not going to be able to have any conversation, my human parents ate, put their raffle tickets in, excused themselves, and left.

Mom asked Dad not to play the radio in the car and to turn the TV off at home. She said she couldn’t take any more noise. Then they took off their nice clothes and put on pj’s, made some coffee, and played a game of Scrabble instead. Mom heaved a sigh of relief at being home, and Dad patted Mom’s hand and said he was sorry.

I was happy to see them, and they were happy to see me, and I didn’t go in the crate at all. Because after they came home and changed, Erik and Jamie went out.

After treats and snuggles, I went to sleep on my chair while my parents enjoyed the quiet and played their game.

All’s well that ends well, I guess.

Woof! Love, Maggie

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