Mom had her operation yesterday and it was successful. Something called “Pathology” is going to give her results and tell her next week if it is “cancer”, but for now, Mom’s sleeping a lot.
When Mom came home, Dad put her in bed and I jumped up and sniffed her carefully all over. It had been a wild morning, with Mom and Dad leaving early for the hospital and me being stuffed in the crate at 5 a.m. But that’s beside the point. When Mom came back, I could smell blood, medicine, and bruises, on her. I carefully licked the bruises and needle sticks on her hands and wrists until Dad told me to stop. Then I curled up next to Mom and waited.
(Mom is in the big lump of covers)
(I put my nose by her covered feet)
I would not leave her side for a minute.
Finally, Mom got up and got something to drink. Dad took me outside and Jamie played with me with the laser light (I love that thing!) so that I wouldn’t be antsy. Then Dad and Jamie gave me a bath. You know I ran around without my collar, but as soon as I was dry again, everything was back to normal for me.
The snow started falling last night. It snowed and snowed and snowed until about 5:00 this evening. Although I’m not anywhere close to being a snow dog, I still ran around a little in the backyard:
But then I ran into the house and jumped into bed with my blanket.
Jamie was supposed to take the ACT this morning, but it snowed so much we had to reschedule. He was the true living snow legend, as the snow blower punked out on him and he had to do all the shoveling by hand:
Later on, after things had settled down again, Jamie built a Gingerbread Train. I was so excited for Mom’s Super-Sticky, Sweet Royal Icing and more candy shrapnel falling from the kitchen table. But Jamie was very neat and used all the candy.
Most of the time, when Mom opens the back door for me to go out, I slink around the other side of the kitchen table. But she shooed me out of the door and I frolicked in the snow for a few minutes until my feet got cold. (Mom and Jamie had bought me some booties, but they were too small, so I have to get another pair). When I came in, I ran straight for my bed:
(And here we observe the Wild Maggie in her natural habitat…)
So. Lazy. Today. Maybe it’s because I spent such an enormous amount of energy as my alter-ego, The Hairy Bullet, yesterday; streaking like a rocket through the house and upending lamps, tearing up the rugs, spilling my water bowl, destroying the toys, you name it.
Mom and Dad went to the store and left me sleeping on the human bed. When they came back, I heard the door and went downstairs, yawning and stretching the whole way. I kinda half-wagged my tail in a, “you mean, it’s time to wake up?” manner. Mom went upstairs and checked for any “surprises” and told Dad, “There’s a huge indentation in the bed where she was sleeping and the covers are all rumpled up where she made a nest.” Honestly, I slept the whole time they were gone.
I slept before Laurel came over to take me for a walk. I slept after the walk. Then I begged to go back on the human bed most of the night.
(Yawn) I’d write more, but I think it’s time for bed!