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10/3/15 The Fireplace

It’s cold in here. It’s cold outside. The sun is shining, and there’s a stiff October wind blowing.

Mom walked over to the corner of the room where the big and little Witches Brooms hang (the big one is for long trips, the small one, for just going to the corner store and back). She flicked a switch and the glass pane that I’d never noticed lit up and an awful stench filled the house.

Mom opened up all the windows and gave me a blanket. She explained that the fireplace hadn’t been used in a number of years, and she had to burn off the dust and cobwebs and yucky smell. So the windows had to be open since it’s a good, breezy day. BRRRRR!

Dad said to let the fireplace burn (it’s a gas fireplace, Mom would have liked the real thing) for about four hours to get rid of the smell, and while she was at it, why not turn the oven on, too (it got a little dirty from Erik’s party). Mom said, “No way, Maggie and I have to smell this stuff!” So the oven will wait for another day.

As for me, I threw off the blanket and headed upstairs to make a nest in Mom and Dad’s freshly-made bed. Muahahaha! When she closes the windows, I’ll come downstairs.

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Woof! Stay snuggly. Love, Maggie

12/21/14 The Hairy Terror

I’ve had an action-packed couple of days.

Besides the Marathon Cookie Bake, the toilet broke. Mom called Dad, freaking out that the water was running and running and running. Now, Mom has been after Dad for quite some time about the leaks in the toilet. But this time, the dam broke and the water flowed freely in the bowl with a loud flushing, rushing sound. Dad knew this would be costly in terms of the water bill, so he actually went into action and – pardon me if I use the “F” word – fixed something.

Dad on the ground was more than I could bear. The sight of him lying there with his head wedged between the wall and the toilet provided me with the flashmob opportunity of a lifetime. When Dad started hollering, in earnest, “Maggie, OFF!” Mom sprang into action, dragged me into the kitchen, and gave me The Look.

I couldn’t help it. When Dad said, “Get the paper towels” I took him literally:

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Dad got the toilet fixed, but I had the Hairy Bullet mentality and I had it bad. So the next day (today), Mom and Dad had an afternoon appointment with some old friends. That left me and my nemesis, Jamie, alone in the house. I quickly turned into my secret identity, The Hairy Bullet.

While Jamie attempted to slip unobtrusively into the garage to get a can of soda pop, I darted through the sweet spot, nearly knocking him flat. Then I sniffed around the various piles of skateboards and junk until he pulled me into the house.

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Feeling peevish that I was thwarted in my garage escapades, I snatched one of Jamie’s shoes that he had placed next to the back door. I ran upstairs in full bolt mode, and while chasing me, Jamie fell flat on his face. I was doing the typical terrier move of swinging the shoe around with my head, and I bashed Jamie on the side of his face, next to his eyebrow. I gave him a little black eye, but he put some ice on it and was OK. I, however, was summarily tossed in the crate and there I stay for quite some time.

When Jamie let me out to go to the potty, I dashed into the dining room, ears flat against my head, and grabbed up a gift that had been foolishly left on the floor (in a corner, next to the fish tank, supposedly where I could not get at them) and ripped the bow off the large box, and tore open the small box. Sailing past Jamie into the living room, I whipped Mom’s good Christmas fleece blanket off the couch and chewed a hole in the corner before Jamie could stop me.

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Mom and Dad came home and I got a good berating and many scowls. No treat for me!

Mom says I do not behave for Jamie and the next time, she is going to crate me, so he doesn’t get another black eye from my Hairy Terror activities.

I guess I’m done for today. Tomorrow is another day!

Woof! Love, Maggie

11/12/14 Why so freezing??

OK, OK, I get it: it’s November. But it’s not January! It is ridiculously cold outside. On days like today, I wish I’d let Mom put a coat on me. Alas, I am stubborn.

Mom and I went for a brisk (and I do mean brisk) walk this morning. I got in lots of good sniffs, peed on Blue’s lawn, and everything was fine until we got to the second block. Then the wind shifted, and blew right up my poor tail. I was ready then and there for Mom to carry me back (not going to happen)! We hustled it back to the warm house, and Mom gave me a treat for walking so nicely.

My humans have put up a new tether in the backyard. It’s taken me a few days to get adjusted to it. At first, I thought they were just leaving me out there. Then I realized I can walk around quite a bit. The lead on the tether is about 25 feet, so I have lots of room to sniff around and take care of business. But I can’t get under the fence or chase anything. I suppose the human plan is to shovel around the tether when the fluffy white stuff falls, and scoop me out a little roaming area. Not that I plan to stay out in that kind of cold for too long! But Mom remembers when I chased a squirrel all across the frozen pond last year, and she says she’s not going through that again this year. Speaking of which…

Mom was revisiting some blogs from last year around this time and hoo-boy, was I misbehaving! Knocking over lamps, taking chunks out of the walls and floor, barking at Jamie, and generally being a four-legged nuisance. Mom actually thought she would have to re-home me, I wasn’t listening at all. Then I went to boot camp and things improved. Thank goodness. I nearly “hairy bullet-ed” myself out of a good home. I’m so glad that didn’t happen.

In other news, Mom has a strange little bag packed in the kitchen. She says she has to go away soon to a far-away place called, “The Hospital”. I know it is far away because I can’t see it from the front windows or out the back yard. So it must be far. Mom says she is OK with having “The Operation” but she is worried about all of us back home. She is making lists for Dad and Jamie so no one forgets to feed me or the fish, change the filters on the tank, let me out, and things of that nature. Mom will be away most of next week, and I am going to probably be in the crate a lot. But I’ll update you when I can.

Til next time, I’m cold and tired from being outside and going to snuggle with blankie and take a little nap. Have a great day!

bestever

Woof! 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

 

1/7/14 Floats Like A Butterfly

Mom had four dark bananas, and she made an outstanding Banana Bread.  How do I know this?

To start with, I spent a great deal of time sniffing around in the kitchen.  Ahhhh!  Nothing like the sweet smell of a baking banana bread.  Mom opened the oven door, and took my quarry, er – the banana bread – out, and set it on a rack to cool.

Patiently, I waited, biding my time until Mom took the bread out of the pan and gave everyone (except for me) a slice.  Mom then went upstairs for a bath, and left Dad in charge.  That was the break I’d been waiting for!

Dad sat on the couch, “rocking his groove”, with one eye on the TV and the other on his tablet video game.  I quietly sneaked into the kitchen, leaped up on my powerful hind legs, floated like a butterfly in mid-air, craned out my neck, and snatched the loaf of banana bread right off the cutting board.  It was set back from the counter, but I can stretch my neck like a giraffe if I want to.  I devoured a fourth of it, and left the sad, half-chewed remainder of the bread on the ground for a snack to be had, later.

I should mention that, at Jamie’s insistence, Dad bought me one of those super-soft, fleecy blankets, just like the one Laurel gave to Mom for Christmas.  After gorging myself on the still-warm banana bread, I returned to the living room, stretched out on my soft new blankie, and fell asleep at Dad’s feet with a big smile on my face.  Dad knew nothing of the incident.

I would have gotten away with it, too, had I gone ahead and eaten the last of the loaf.  But as I was napping, Mom came downstairs from her bath and quickly surveyed the situation, summing it up with, “Jim!  This is what happens when I leave you in charge for 20 minutes!”  Fuming, she cleared away the mess and spent the rest of the night monitoring me for a tummy ache.

Oh!  I’m so good when I’m bad!

Woof!  Love, Maggie