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9/16/15 I Swear, I Can’t Make This Stuff Up!

Mom was feeling tired and run-down today after the punctuation test yesterday.

She woke Jamie up this morning only to find that he had stubbed another toe (“I think I broke it, Mom!”) and he had a sore throat to boot (“I just finished antibiotics Sunday!”)

Mom grabbed the little wooden flashlight she got at Menard’s for a birthday gift and told Jamie to Open Wide and Say Aaah. Jamie took a big gulp and proceeded to say, “Aaah”, something that is always difficult for him for some reason and results in a gag reflex. “Hmmm. Jim, his tonsils are all white. I think he has Strep. Can you take him to the urgent care clinic while I call the school?”

Dad grumbled a bit but took Jamie. The odd thing is, when Jamie was a young pup, he never got sick. Ever. Now that he’s 15, every sneaky germ that slides by ends up making him ill. Mom can’t figure it out. Anyway, back to the story.

Dad called Mom from the doctor’s office with a Tone in his voice. “It’s allergies,” he said somberly. “Bullsh**,” said Mom. I perked up my ears. “Allergies don’t turn your tonsils white.” “Wait, wait, here comes the doctor…he’s positive for Strep,” Dad said, the Tone in his voice magically disappearing.

Mom hung up the phone. “Don’t mess with Dr. Mom,” she said to herself.

So, Mom went to get some medication. I sat in the bed watching over Jamie. We heard some growly, kind of grumbly, noises from the neighbors who live in the side-woods. I went on high alert:

attention!

Suddenly, there was a Crack! and a Thump! And a huge, dead tree fell over our fence! Quickly, Jamie texted Mom. “Maybe the neighbor will move the tree,” she said, hopefully.

Mom came home and surveyed the damage.

deadtree

Just then, the Jesters pulled up to mow the lawn. Mr. Jester told Mom not to worry, they would throw the tree back over the fence. Then he saw it and said, “Nothing doing.”

Mom called the City, and they said it was Not Their Jurisdiction. Mom called the Police, and asked if it was OK for citizens to just randomly drop trees on other peoples’ property. The Police sent Mom’s call to Code Enforcement, and now we are all waiting to see what happens next.

The upshot of the story is: Mom says she can’t leave the house without trees falling on our property or some other disaster. Mom swears she will never, ever, leave the house again, but I know she has to pick Jamie up from school tomorrow, because he’s going back.

I swear, I can’t make this stuff up!

Woof! Love, Maggie

3/27/15 The Moors in the Morning

Although we live in the US, Mom often feels very “English” in the morning. When she takes me out around 6:30 a.m., it’s grey and misty. She puts on her coat and her Wellington boots and off we go to squish around on the moors – er, in the backyard.

Once outdoors, we spied one of the black feral cats resting on the neighbor’s fence:

catonfence

Then, we squelched around to the front, where we saw our geese on the pond:

geeseonlake

These quick, morning walks around the house set both of our minds at ease. It’s a peaceful way to start the day.

Woof! Love, Maggie

10/3/13 Let Me Explain…

As you can imagine, I have been in Big Trouble since running away.  But I wasn’t gone for long!  That’s probably not cutting it, so let me explain.

It all started on Sunday, when Dad and Jamie fixed the fence.  I did my usual activities in the yard, flashmobbed the two workers, and played with Mom.  Everything fine as normal.

Monday and Tuesday, I spent a lot of time in the yard under Mom’s supervision.  She noticed that I was patrolling the fence.  Dad said he thought he had fixed all the spots and we would find out.  We did.

The fence is easy to manipulate.  It’s your typical, 4.5 foot chain-link fence, and if I take off at a run, I can usually bend a hole in the bottom of the fencing to escape.  Dad and Jamie had pounded tent stakes into the holes I had made in the fence, thereby sealing off my means of egress and firming up the bottom.

So late Tuesday afternoon, after studying the fence intently, I found a weak spot.  And, while Mom and Jamie watched from the front of the yard and before they could react, I backed up, took off with my powerful hind legs and Hairy Bullet-ed that fence.  I was free!

I have previously explained that our backyard is shaped like a slice of pie and slants upward to a small hill.  On the right (from the back door) are our neighbors, and to the left, is the woods.  Which is right next to the swamp, bordering our cul-de-sac in the front.  The neighbors put up a wooden fence, and the chain link is next to the woods.  So, into the woods I shot.

Mom and Jamie ran after me, calling me and pleading for my return.  In hindsight, it is not that I bolted out of the yard where I fell down in this story.  It’s when Jamie and Mom split up, Jamie to the swamp, Mom to the woods, and I SAW HER and SHE SAW ME and I RAN THE OTHER WAY…that’s where it got ugly.

Through the woods!  And the Poison Ivy!  And the trees with the thorns that are 2″ long!  Once I hit the swamp grass, which is dry because we haven’t had rain lately, but is about 3.5 feet tall, Mom couldn’t see me anymore.  Neither could Jamie.  All I’m going to say is, I didn’t realize that we had horses so close to us!  (They live on the other side of the swamp.)

Jamie trudged unhappily to the front of the house in defeat, and Mom ran in to call the Police and Animal Control.  Soon, however, I had had enough of Maggie’s Day Out and wearily walked across the front lawn, and allowed Jamie to grab my collar.  He hollered out that he had me just as the Operator was answering Mom’s call.

Mom was…blisteringly angry at me on so many levels!  Not so much that I escaped the yard, but that I did not respond to commands.  “What am I spending every !@#$ing Saturday at !@#$ing Obedience School with this ^&*(# dog for if she is NOT going to listen when it counts?!!” She explained to me that a Pit Bull running loose is not a smart idea, and that I could have been shot on sight (people don’t understand that I jump when I’m being friendly), also that they are just trigger-happy when it comes to Pits.  Or that a coyote could have gotten me – they grow large around here, and we have a pack of them in the woods – or someone could have picked me up, or I could have gotten Poison Ivy, or  trapped in the mud…you get the idea, Mom felt I was in danger.  And I put myself there just for fun.

Mom cleaned me up and put the training collar on me and the chain lead.  Now I rattle when I walk.  (She would use the nylon lead but I chew them up).  Mom wants to be able to stop me quickly if I do anything suspicious.  I also had to go to the Vet for a checkup, a shot, and get a bath.  But those are other posts.  I just wanted to tell everybody that I had a serious lapse of judgment, and I’m sorry. 

Last night, Mom finally cooled off a little and when I jumped into bed, I cautiously leaned up next to her.  She pat me on the back and I knew all was forgiven.  I gave a loud groan, rolled over onto my side, and pressed the entire length of my body up against her.  I sighed very loudly when Mom draped her hand across me.  Dad chuckled in the darkness and said, “It’s good to be on Mom’s Good Side!”

He’s right.

Love, Maggie

6/9/13, The Great Escape (sort of)

We have a very large, pie-slice shaped backyard.  It’s almost 3/4 of an acre, so it’s big for us, especially when it’s time to get out Lawn Mower.  We also have a sizable chunk of side yard, where Mom would like to build a Gazebo, whatever that is (sounds like a soup), but Dad says, “No” because it backs up into the woods, and he thinks people will hide in it and get “drunk”. 

Anyway, it’s been a while since Dad got out Weed Whacker, whom I have learned is Lawn Mower’s litter mate, and cut down the tall grass and weeds growing by the fence.  So no one but me was aware of the many holes on the bottom of it!  I noticed them while chasing rabbits, and waited for my chance.

My first opportunity was when Mom was in the shower (again) and Jamie was working on that computer-thing that the humans are addicted to, like I am addicted to chewing.  I slipped through the hole and went to the front of the house, and sat on the curb.  We live on a cul-de-sac next to a retention pond, so I didn’t really have to worry much about cars.  I didn’t run, and I didn’t jump on anybody.  Pretty soon, one of the neighbor kids came and told Jamie on me, and he came out and snapped the lead on my collar and back in the house I went!  I wagged my tail and tried to make him understand that I was just watching down the street to see if Bruce Willis was really coming to get Mom like she said, but no one understood me.

Mom told Dad that the fence had to be fixed TODAY.  so, they got their supplies and everybody went into the yard and started fixing the holes.  But nobody knew where all the holes were, but me.  So while they were in the yard, I slipped out again to show them.  While they sat in the grass on one side, I stood on the other side of the fence and barked so they would see the gaps.  Dad looked up and saw me standing there, wagging my tail.  He got a big smile on his face.  “I’m going to need more fencing supplies!”  he said. 

I may slip out, but I’ll never run away.  I’ve been home one month!  Life is good!