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5/23/14 The First Summer Bonfire

I guess technically, Summer doesn’t start until Monday.  But with today’s fine weather, Jamie and Mom decided to light the first bonfire of the summer.

They waited until the sun began to set and when it was near dark-time, Mom started the blaze in her little outdoor firepit.  I was excited to be outside and played with my stick (which actually is a wiffle bat that I run around the yard with).

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Mom brought out a plate of something that smelled delicious, and in short order, she and Jamie were roasting marshmallows on long sticks.  I had forgotten about marshmallows.  It’s been a long time since roasted-marshmallow time!

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Mom dropped a marshmallow and said I could have it.  It smelled burnt and at first I didn’t know what to do with it.  Mom stuck her finger inside the confection to show me it was still good.  So I pawed it, licked my foot, then promptly devoured the marshmallow.  Delicious!

The fire was warm, the air was sweet, the grass freshly cut, and the wind chimes sang softly from the front porch.  Mom leaned her head back and started counting stars.  I sat next to Jamie and hoped he would drop a marshmallow, too.  The night was perfect!

It got darker and darker.  Jamie cuddled down into his coat as the breeze picked up.  Here, he’s being all anonymous:

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(That coat is huge on him!)

Finally, Mom said I was getting a little too interested in what was going on beyond the woods, and the humans packed up and went inside.

I had a lot of outdoor time today, so I am good and tired!

Woof!  Love, Maggie

7/10/13 Finally, Playtime!

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(Roughhousing with my tennis ball, evening)

FINALLY, the sun made an appearance today and I had a blast!  Practically the whole day was playtime.  I romped around in the backyard, chased the stick, played with my rubber pretzel (Mom cannot catch me!), slept in the shade, and watched over my humans swimming in the pool, which is too deep for me to go in.  Then Laurel came over and we took a long walk.  I was so glad to see her again! 

I took a nap and then in the evening, Mom broke out the toys and the tennis ball.  In between were lots of belly rubs.  I think everyone was in a great mood because of the sunshine.  I know I was!

Laurel did mention something when she came over that I wanted to pass along to you.  The South Suburban Humane Society in Chicago Heights is, at the present time, waiving all their adoption fees for anyone looking to pick up a pet.  They need to clear the shelter.  They are also selling cages, from what I understand.  So if you’re looking for that special companion animal, and you live in Chicagoland or close to it, now is a great time to pick one up.

While I was walking with Laurel, Jamie and Mom went to the gym to see Mo.  Then Mom dropped Jamie off at basketball, and now he is home, a stinky, sweaty, lovable human for me to focus all of my attention on.  Too bad he will soon take a shower and wash off the good smells.  You know, we dogs like different scents than you humans.  For example, I cannot understand why Mom washes the floor as soon as it starts smelling good, like leftover food and dog behind and hair.  Just as soon as things get interesting, she comes along with Mop and Disinfectant.  Phew!

Speaking of the floor, there was one nice big juicy piece of home-made peach pie in the glass pie dish on the counter.  Dad dropped it on the floor and it smashed and shattered all over.  Naturally, I was in the kitchen with him (at my spot by the sink) when the dish fell and was destroyed.  Dad kind of stood there holding my collar because he didn’t want me to walk in the glass and cut my foot.  Mom came in and picked me up and carried me out of the kitchen, then Jamie took me outside when that horrible Vacuum Cleaner came out and cleaned up the remaining shards.  Man, that pie looked good.  Too bad it was booby-trapped!

Thanks so much for stopping by to visit!  Woof!

Love, Maggie

 

 

6/20/13 Sunrise

These sweet summer mornings with just Mom and me awake are rapidly becoming a favorite part of my day.  Today we woke at sunrise and, although I am color-blind, I could still appreciate the magic and excitement of the Sun gradually taking his place in the sky, and of the changes that I could see in the clouds and in the sky itself.  Mom scratched behind my ears and told me I was a good girl.  I felt happy and content.

Then a rabbit appeared out of the woods and began to hop happily in the yard – MY yard.  In a split second the moment of serenity was over and I was streaking off after it, muscles pumping and legs churning, determined to snatch this rabbit in my jaws and bring it home to my masters as a gift.  At the last second, as my teeth clamped together in the air over its furry tail, it scooted under the neighbor’s fence and I was denied again.  Drat.

Sometimes, on these quiet mornings like today, Mom will put her coffee that she’s been drinking down on the grass and relax in a chair out back while I explore the yard.  I take this opportunity to sneak up behind her and finish the cold coffee in her cup while she has her eyes closed.  Mom’s coffee is good to me because she puts something in it, while Dad just drinks it black.  I never steal his.  I never drink too much coffee or drink it too often because Mom and Dad are very careful about table food, but sometimes she slips up.  And I am right there to slurp it up.

Today, Donna and Paul are coming over to play in the pool.  From the looks of this morning, it’s going to be a very nice day!  Mom ordered me some pet sunscreen that she found online as well as some nose and paw protection.  That might sound silly and overprotective, but I have pink skin and thin white hair, and I love to be outside, so I am in danger of getting a sunburn now that the weather is heating up.

For today, Mom says I have to lie under the umbrella or in the shade next to the house.  No problem on my part!

Have a great day and thanks for reading!  I hope the weather is just as nice wherever you are.

Love,

Maggie

6/18/13 On Summer

Summer is almost here, and we have already settled down into our hot-weather routine.  This is fine by me as I love routine and don’t like disruption.  It brings on an anxiety attack!  I like my humans in their places, where they’re supposed to be, when they’re supposed to be there, doing what they normally do. 

My Summer day usually starts around 7:00 a.m.  Mom and I get up first.  Mom lets me out, wakes up Coffee Maker (another growly appliance), feeds the goldfish, feeds me, and then I go out again.  Mondays are busier as there is the milk, the dry cleaning, and the trash to deal with, too.

When I feel it is time, I go wake up Jamie by sticking my nose in his ear, then giving his face a good washing.  Dad wakes up by Alarm Clock.  I do not like to be around when Alarm Clock starts screaming.  He hurts my ears.

Eventually, everyone trickles down for breakfast, and someone fetches the newspaper.  Mom makes breakfast, and I take my place on the mat by the kitchen sink, near the stove.  This is my spot during all meal preparation.  It is almost as good as the middle of the kitchen floor.  Mom hasn’t spilled anything hot on me yet, and even though she is always telling me that I am in the way, the chances of her tripping and dropping food are very good.  So it’s a choice place to be.

I like this Summertime Living much better than the constant scrambling around when Jamie is in school.  I’m hardly ever in the crate.  It’s light outside longer, even I can tell that.  And, the humans are spending a lot more time with me!  Last night, they were out until 11:00 p.m. Human Standard Time, having a “bonfire” and a “Tiki Torch Party” in the pool with Erik and Jenny.  Except for Dad.  He came home from work a little early for the party, and then refused to get wet.

I secretly think that Dad is part cat.  He hates the water and, as a matter of fact, hates getting any part of himself wet at all!  Dad tells Mom, “You can drown in 1 teaspoon of water!” and this is an argument that Mom cannot seem to win.  Anyway, Dad stayed dry and played Fetch the Stick with me until the bonfire, which was good, because by that time I was ready to collapse completely.  By the time I crawled onto my dog bed I was groaning out loud and whimpering, I was so tired, and I couldn’t even wag my tail a bit!  I conked out in about two seconds flat and slept all night.

Hooray for Summertime!  I hope we have another nighttime party, soon!

6/13/13 Personal Trainers

 

Mondays and Wednesdays are my Laurel days.  Jamie and Mom go to the gym, which was always something of a mystery to me, until Mom had to go there today for some business, and took me along for the ride.  Now I know a little bit more about this strange and sweaty place.

 

The gym is a huge building with big windows and people going in and out all the time.  Watching the door is almost exercise enough in itself!  The humans are smiling when they go in and smell very interesting when they come out. 

 

Mom and Jamie have a trainer there named Mo, whom they like a whole lot, and he recently went to a far-away place across the world.  This made Mom and Jamie very sad, and Mom very worried, because she said there was “unrest” there.  I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s like Dad’s meetings, and has a lot to do with growling and sniffing.  See, I have noticed that you humans have it backwards:  you growl at each other first, then you sniff.  You should always sniff carefully first, before you growl.  If I may offer some advice, I would say that, personally, I think you humans would be better off as a species if everybody sniffed very carefully, then settled down to relax with a nice chew toy.  But that’s just my opinion.

 

 

Then there is Cooper.  Cooper teaches Jamie and Mom how to beat each other up with the sticks, and other martial arts.  And I have to say, Cooper is more like a cat than any human I have ever met.  He is absolutely silent, and appears behind you when he wasn’t there a minute ago.  I think he might have padded feet!

 

When Mom and Jamie see Mo and Cooper, they come back sweaty and can’t walk up and down the stairs for two days and say, “Oooh” and “Aaah” a lot.  But they keep going back for more.  For the life of me, I don’t understand why they just don’t chase tennis balls in the backyard, or run around with a few good tree branches in their mouths.

 

Jamie says this is the “Summer of Buff” and he and Mom are going to get in shape no matter how bad it hurts.  Believe me, they are both hurting.

 

I think I’ll stick to chasing tennis balls in the yard.  Oooh!  Aaah!

 

6/11/13 Chillin’ by the Pool

Today, Jamie officially opened his swimming pool.  His friend Paul came over with his mom, Donna.  I have to say, I was on my best, “company” behavior and was rewarded with lots of petting and treats!  I hardly jumped on anybody.  Laurel is going to be proud tomorrow.

For the first part of the afternoon, I stayed near the pool and kept a close eye on the boys while they splashed around and made lots of noise.  At first, I was uneasy, but gradually I realized they were safe and could handle things OK.  Mom said I looked like “Maggie the Lifeguard” watching them, and all I needed was a whistle around my neck and sunblock on my nose to complete the picture.

Once I figured out that the kids were doing fine, I decided to take a break from the heat myself.  Mom had popped up a big umbrella, and Donna unfolded some lawn chairs, so I trotted over to the shady spot between them.  I lay down so that I was halfway under Mom’s chair, and she could reach down and rub my belly, and I slept like that for the rest of the afternoon.  This swimming pool stuff may not be such a bad thing!  I think I kind of like it.

6/10/13 Swimming Pools and Shag Carpets

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I talk a lot about the backyard, because it’s important to me.  It’s important to the humans, too, and it just got a whole lot more important, because they bought a swimming pool.  Now, the way the backyard is set up, you can’t do any real digging in it close to the house, except for a couple of bones, because Dad says all the gas and electric stuff is under the grass there.  So they bought the kind you have to take down every year.  Jamie is so excited; he’s been after Dad for years about this, from what I heard Mom saying.  Naturally, I helped out by sitting in the middle of the liner, snatching all the tools and running away with them, licking Dad’s face when he was sitting on the ground trying to install the legs; that sort of thing.  I like to be helpful.  I know they appreciated my efforts, because they kept shouting my name.

However, I couldn’t help them all the time, and when they weren’t looking, I was busy with my crate.  See, Dad sells “home improvements” and is pretty good at it, which Mom thinks is funny because Dad says he really can’t fix anything, but he’s good at telling people what to do.  Although he did a good job on the pool.  Anyway, Dad had taken two old carpet samples from his work that they were going to throw away, and put them under my fleece crate liner.  I didn’t like them.  I dragged out the crate liner, and set that aside.  Then, I attacked the carpet samples.  I wiggled them out one at a time and began to chew, and chew, and chew until they were just a loose pile of remnants on the floor.  When Mom came in and saw my proud pile of shreds, she couldn’t believe it.  “It’s a whole new meaning to shag carpet!” she said.  Dad just laughed and said, “It wasn’t our best seller, anyway!”

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