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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

2/19/15 A Special Hello

I wanted to say a special hello to a little girl that I will call, “Ry”. She was worried she wouldn’t hear any more Maggie stories, but I wanted to send her out a tail wag and let her know there would be plenty more of them coming. Woof! And thanks for reading to everyone!

I had a great day today. I didn’t have to spend too much time in the crate, and when Jamie and Mom came home, we had rousing play of “gimme dat” with the new toy. We played for a very long time. The humans would hide, and I would try to keep the toy all to myself. Then they would jump out and chase me. When one of the humans got the toy, we had a lovely tug o’ war. I love that game! We played until my belly was pink from exertion and I was drooling. Then we all had a cool drink. You can see that I am all smiles:

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You can also see where I’ve torn the fabric off the tennis ball. Woof! Mom says I have made, “great, great strides” because when they first adopted me, I was somewhat aggressive about guarding my toys. Now I know that if one of my humans takes my toy, they are going to give it back. So sometimes I will even allow Jamie to take a toy from my mouth. No growling. Mom almost cries when she sees this. She says, “Maggie has grown so much!”

Mom and Jamie are trying hard to keep me exercised and happy, because it is bitterly, bitterly cold outside. The wind was about -30 today, and Mom is beginning to despair that we will never see Spring.

The snow is…weird. It has a film of thin ice crystals on it, and when we do got outside, it crunches like Styrofoam. Sometimes, the snow supports my weight, but other times, I go crashing right through it and land up to my belly in the freezing flakes. I tell you, it is not easy on me. I do my beeswax and make a run for the back door pronto!

Where the sun does not shine next to the house, there is a thick coating of ice. I had to congratulate myself that, when Mom took me out, I DID see the rabbit in the woods, and DIDN’T take off like a Husky pulling a sled. Mom was attached to the other end of my leash, and surely she would have fallen on that ice! I was aware of that, and protected my human. Mom gave me a treat when we got inside.

Now, I think it is time to curl up on my chair and snore loudly. What a fun day I have had!

Woof! Love, Maggie

2/12/15 I’m in trouble…

I’ve been a very, very bad dog today, and now I’m in so much trouble.

We are having below zero temperatures again. I cannot stand this cold weather. It hurts my back leg when it is so cold like this and I have to go potty in the snow. Pitbulls are prone to knee problems.

Everyone has been very good about taking me out as soon as I prance or sit by the back door. Mom has even spoken sharply to Dad when he says I can “wait”. “How would you like it if you had to wait? I’ll just take her,” Mom says. I think Dad is winning that one.

Anyway, that’s beside the point. Dad got off work relatively early and ran Mom over to the store. I stayed home with Jamie, who was working on the computer. Now, when Mom and Dad leave, the Hairy Bullet comes out and this time was no exception. I had both of Mom’s yoga gloves, then one of her good ones (I am very thorough about rooting through the basket Mom has hidden of gloves, scarves, etc.), then I stole her boot, then her shoe.

The trouble started when Jamie tried getting the shoe away. I got a little feisty and scratched him below the eye. In fact, any closer and I would have either scratched his eye, or poked it out. Jamie texted Mom and relayed the scratch incident. Mom and Dad immediately came home.

One look at Mom’s face and I groveled on the ground. She hadn’t said a word and she didn’t need to! She looked at Jamie’s eye and assessed the damage (and near damage). Dad gave me a treat anyway and Mom scolded him. After a little while, Mom settled down, grumbling to herself (it didn’t help that she didn’t have a stellar day at the job). I danced near the back door and Mom took me out. I relieved myself “#1” and ran for the door.

A short time later, I was dancing again. Mom told Dad, “Jim, you take her this time. I have a feeling she has to go poop since she didn’t go for me.” Since he had already been scolded, Dad put his boots on without complaint and out we went. I went “#1” again and Dad just shook his head.

After Mom took the leash off, I quickly darted around the family room and into the hallway by the front door. This was more like it! I could poop without my knee hurting, in the warmth and comfort of my own home. Dad and Jamie went upstairs and Mom was downstairs alone when the smell hit her.

Mom went to investigate, and when she saw my offering, she was furious. I rolled over onto my back and showed my belly but she dragged me over there and put my nose by it.  Then Mom ran for the disinfectant and Febreze, all the while yelling, “Bad Dog, No Poopies In The House!!!!”

I’m in the doghouse with Mom now. I really wish it would warm  up soon. I think we’d both be happier.

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Your imprisoned friend, Maggie

2/5/15 Bath Time

I should have known something was up when Mom cheerfully (overly cheerfully) called me upstairs to her room. Happily I followed along, thinking maybe we were going to have a cuddle session. No such luck.

Mom’s henchman Jamie was waiting behind the door and when I walked in, he ominously shut it. It was at that time that I heard the water running in the walk-in shower. Drat. I knew what was coming next. I sat on the bathroom floor, not making eye contact with Mom, hoping she would change her mind. But, again, I should have known better. Double drat!

Let me backtrack. I have to see the Vet tomorrow. Since I ran away the other day and rolled in the mud and dashed through the thorn trees, my back is all broken out. Mom is worried so she is hauling me in for a checkup.

Earlier in the day, Laurel came by and took me for a quick walk. Although I begrudgingly wore my coat, it was still very cold and we didn’t stay out long, but long enough to get my belly and legs slushy. So put those facts together and the equation equals, “bathtime”.

Mom grabbed me under the shoulders (the indignity of it all) and then shoved my behind into the stall. Her partner in crime, Jamie the Goon, manned the water. Mom soaped me up with the Phyto-Vet medicated shampoo but good. Then Jamie showered me off.

You can’t argue with success; look at how clean I got:

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It took two of them to towel me, but Mom knows I don’t like the blow dryer. Suddenly, I decided I had to pee. Mom didn’t want me to go out because of the cold, but I jumped at the back door, so Jamie took me out for a quick whiz and when I got back in I could barely walk. They threw a blanket over me and pretty soon I was feeling good again.

Mom gave me a new collar. It’s blue and pink and has Hawaiian flowers on it. Can’t see it too well:hawaiian

Then Mom told Jamie to give me a couple of treats for my ordeal. I hid behind the coffee table and gave him “the eye”:

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Heck, I could smell the treats so I went for broke. I totally flashmobbed Jamie on the couch. I even jumped on the sofa – which is against the rules – to get the treat. But once I had secured it I jumped off.

I guess I’ll forgive Jamie and Mom, since they did give me treats, and I do feel and smell a lot better. Jamie got a shot of me in hurricane mode. Mom thinks this picture is very funny because my feet came out so clear and the rest is a blur. She says I look like a big hen with chicken feet. Very droll, ha ha, we are all laughing:

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I’ll give you all an update tomorrow on what Dr. Craig says. I will be glad to get my back taken care of, because, truth be told, it IS somewhat itchy.

Woof! Love, Maggie Not-A-Chicken

2/3/15 More Snow On The Way

I’ve been hiding in the bed, hoping Mom won’t make me go outside.

Jamie did shovel me out an “area” so that I can go without the snow brushing against my belly. I know a lot of furry dogs right now are loving the snow and having a blast. My fur is so thin that I just hate it.

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(aaahhh… that’s more like it)

View out the front window:

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And out the back:

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Would you want to go potty in this!?

Erik, Jenny, and “the other side” of the family went to Hawaii and was gone for 10 days. Which turned into 11 since O’Hare Airport canceled their flight back. But they are home now, exhausted from waiting and waiting at the airports during the wee hours of the morning.

Erik should be coming over any day, and I can’t wait to see him! I am hoping to see Laurel soon as well. Right now, travel is very limited and the weatherman on the TV news told all humans that if they absolutely do not have to travel later this evening, to stay home. Because more snow is on the way.

Oh, joy. (Makes Grumpy Cat face). At least Jamie is feeling better. He was very ill, but went back to school today.

Take care, humans, keep warm. Take care of your companion animals and guard them against the cold. No one should be an “outside dog” in these temps. Make sure if you are walking your pet, you wipe off the pads of their feet. Salt is dangerous and painful. (Maybe your dog will wear boots but I refuse).

Woof! Love, Maggie

1/14/15 Bits n Pieces

Woof! Hello! It’s been kind of slow here news-wise. It’s been very cold, and I have been having problems going outside. Mom and Jamie are keeping a close eye on me though, and Laurel stopped by yesterday and we took a lovely walk until my back leg stiffened up on me.

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Erik stopped over and I just love to see him. He holds me on his lap like I’m a baby. I wrap my paws around his neck and smile and smile. I feel like a little poodle when he holds me! Maybe, I’m part “designer dog”. They just have to build a purse big enough to hold me.

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There is a basket by the hall tree that Mom tries to keep covered. But I have discovered the secret of sniffing inside and rooting out objects to steal away and chew. Shoes, scarves, gloves, all are fair game. However, I found something different in the pocket of a jacket that was tossed in the basket. It was Jamie’s old iPod Shuffle. I snatched it up and ran to my favorite spot on the landing. I’d seen Jamie with these thingies in his ears before, and I wasn’t sure how it worked. I could not push the button because of my long nails. So, I just chewed it.

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The iPod Shuffle wasn’t happy about this state of affairs, and the headphones even less.

Jamie freaked out that maybe I swallowed a magnet, but a review of the remains showed no ingestion, just chewing. Hey, I love music!

Woof! Love, Maggie