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.
(aaahhh… that’s more like it)
View out the front window:
And out the back:
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
It’s bitterly cold. It’s about seven degrees, and I can’t stand it! I hate this fluffy white stuff that is all over the ground. I heard it was called, “snow”. Whatever it is, it compacts in my paws, freezes my feet, and is so cold it hurts my pads. Mom is threatening to buy me booties! She did buy me a coat, though, and it’s hard to complain about it because it’s keeping me warm:
(I must say, I am a good-looking dog!)
It’s so cold, that it’s hard to check for messages outside. All I’m doing is my business and running back in the house. Then I shake, shake, shake, off the pesky flakes. Since I am not burning off much energy outdoors, I am (kinda) running through the house. Mom is being understanding, though. I really know I am not a winter dog. Yep, definitely no Husky in there. Except, I do like to come in and warm up on my soft bed. That part is OK. If I was a human, I’d be the one sitting in front of the fire at the ski lodge, drinking cocoa while everyone else hit the bunny slopes.
Mom says this is hardly any snow and I haven’t seen anything yet. Oh, brother! I thought I would like the snow, but I don’t!
Woof! Love, Maggie (shiver)
Feeling warm, happy, & sleepy
My fur coat is thin. I have lost 5 pounds. Can I just say, “IT’S COLD OUT THERE!” (teeth chatter). I do not want to go outside to use the facilities. I do not want to go for a walk because the wind is going right through me. I want to lie on my pillow in the warm house with all these pretty lights on, and with the good smell of the woods to tickle my nose indoors.
I am so grateful I have a warm home this year. I admit, I was twitchy and itchy and a little wild the last few days. But I love my family, and I am so incredibly grateful to be homed for 7 months and counting. I can hardly believe I was that skinny, bony, shelter dog. My birthday is coming up in January. I am going to be two years old. Mom says that “puppy energy” is one of the reasons I am still having my wild spells. But they are fewer since I have been to Boot Camp.
Jamie says we are going to PetSmart tomorrow to buy me a coat. Mom had bought one, but it was too small. Naturally, I thought she was playing a game with me and I wrestled her back when she tried wrestling me into the coat. Woof! She figured out pretty quick that it didn’t fit. She was thinking of getting me booties, but I gave her A Look. She put them back. I’m not a poodle, you know.
Woof! Stay warm! Love, Maggie
Ahh, the kitchen floor. Today it’s the best place in the world. After breakfast and a visit from Nana and Papa, Mom took me out for a long romp with the tennis ball. When I came in, I was so tired I flopped down on the cool kitchen floor, but in a sunny spot, so that my back would be cold and my tummy would be warm at the same time. I slept like that for a long time.
I’m happy. I can tell my people like me because they smile at me all day and pat my head whenever they see me. My confidence is growing and my heart feels really big. Since I learned I am not going back to the Shelter last night, I feel more relaxed today. I didn’t even jump as much over Nana and Papa, and Mom says that’s good but I’m still very excitable.
Dad came home early and after dinner we all went for a walk in the woods. It was my first time out in the woods here! I felt like a wild, Pioneer dog as I walked through the tall grass and leaves, checking out the birds and squirrels. Dad said I was well-behaved, and gave treats.
Today, I did not chew on Mom, Dad or Jamie. When I get excited I tend to lightly chew or “mouth” my people. They are trying to break me of this habit. So today I tried hard, and got lots of praise and petting for my efforts. I don’t think I’ve ever been called a good girl so much in my whole life! After such a long time in the Shelter, it’s good to hear. Not that the Shelter was bad, but it’s different, having a family of your own. I’ve been home for a week now, and the memories of the Shelter are starting to slip away, slowly. Today has been a very, very good day.