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1/15/15 Say, Can I Say?

Can I say a few things?

Like, all the changes to WordPress are kind of tweaking me out. I might have to switch back to “classic” mode, because it kind of bothers me to see, “Yay!” after I create a post. Call me a curmudgeon, (get it? “cur” mudgeon) but I don’t like the “Yay” business. It’s harder to follow comments, too. I could gripe a while, but I’ll spare you.

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Speaking of tweaking, Mom learned the hard way not to tweak my dog food. She changed my usual brand, and, while the new one was tasty, it had two unfortunate side effects.

The first was noticed by Dad, who was rocking his groove (aka, sitting in his spot on the couch) and I lay comfortably at his feet. I had eaten dinner and was feeling fat and happy, when a little burble started in my stomach that eventually worked its way out of my hind quarters. Sniff, sniff. Dad’s glasses melted off his face and he hollered, “WHAT is that STENCH?!” I have news for Dad. Girls don’t “fart”, they “fluff”. And fluff I did!

The next morning, I ran down to my favorite spot on the landing and hurked up some green stuff. Mom said, “This is why we don’t get new carpet!” for the umpteenth time, and cleaned up the mess. Soon she was back at the grocery store, buying my usual brand of dog food and giving away the rest to Erik, whose dog’s tummy is not quite as touchy as Yours Truly.

My stomach discomforts aside, Jamie has been working on a Lego “The Tumbler” Batmobile. It’s got about a zillion little (crunchy) plastic pieces, and they are all separated into little (crunchy) plastic bags with numbers on them. It’s become quite the game between him and I; him doing the building and me snatching the little bags and making a break for it. But his progress is very good. He only has about three bags left. Here are pictures of the interior and jet engine:

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I’ll post a complete picture of “The Tumbler” when it’s completed. Yes, Jamie is certainly quite the Lego engineer.

Now if he could only engineer me up some dog food that didn’t make me fluff.

Woof! Love, Maggie

6/5/14 Frustrated!

I’m so frustrated!  I have the pic of Jamie’s graduation, some cool pix from a retro car show we saw, and a snap of us going for ice cream (I got a Frosty Paws).  And nothing is loading.  Advice, anyone?

 

Oh, I received notification that it was my one-year bloggaversary.  So thank you to my readers, I can’t believe it’s been a year and I hope I can get this photo issue resolved!

Woof!

Love, Maggie

3/4/14 A T-Shirt from Farfetchedfriends and Updates

 

The T-Shirt

I was pleasantly surprised when Mom brought in a package – for me – from the Mailbox.  Mailbox is one of those people that I’m kinda “iffy” about, since half the time Mom is cursing when she sees what is in his mouth.  But sometimes, she gets really happy about what he spits out.  So I sniff him and kind of keep my distance.  Anyway.

I got this great WordPress T-shirt from Vanessa at farfetchedfriends and her Young One.  Gosh, I miss them!  The Young One drew all the pictures and I love the Hairy Bullet, the shoe, the skunk…heck I love it all:

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I have thus far not allowed Mom to put the T-shirt over my head.  When she tries, I turn it into a wrestling match!  Sending out a Woof, a big Tail Wag and lots of Pittie kisses to Vanessa and The Young One!

Recovery

I have just about fully recovered from my stay at the boarding nightmare.  The company’s Corporate office did not call Mom back, so she fired off a 2-page nastygram with pictures and other evidence via something called, “Certified Mail”.  Mom says this is so that “they can’t say they didn’t get it” and she assures me she is going to see this thing through to the bitter end.  My elbows are almost all cleared up, and my leg is much better, too.  Thanks again to everyone for all their good wishes while I was recovering on my chair.

Fish

I feel sorry for the Fish, swimming around in their little wet cubes.  Something is wrong with Bubba, one of the big goldfish.  When Jamie first got him, some of his scales were a little ruffled up and we thought he either hurt himself in the move to our house, or maybe he had “Ich”.  So Mom treated him for “Ich” and, although the little ruffle did not go down, he didn’t get any worse.  Now he has a huge lump on his side where the scales used to be ruffled up.  Mom put him in a Hospital Tank and is giving him Lifeguard and antibiotics.  She told Jamie it might be a tumor, but she’s not sure.  Mom and Jamie looked up all Bubba’s symptoms on the computer.  There’s no Fish Doctor around here, so Mom is winging it.  I hope he gets better, because he looks lonely.  Anyone out there have good info on goldfish, please write.

Petitions

I don’t know if WP stands for WordPress or WordPetitions.  It seems like each and every time I scroll through the reader, instead of getting posts from the people I follow, I’m getting all these graphic petitions about animal abuse and killing.  I really don’t think it is fair to post such bloody pictures when your audience is unsuspecting.  While I realize abuse is a big problem (I am, after all, a shelter dog), I don’t think it’s right when Jamie wants to look over my shoulder and then sees a pool of blood with a skinned animal in it.  This is, after all, a blog, and if you want to write about the subject – fine.  I’ll even sign your petition.  Just please cool it already with the bloody photos.

Woof!  And thanks for reading.  Love, Maggie

 

 

1/29/14 The Day After

I’ve had a pretty good Day-After-My-Birthday.  One toy is destroyed and the other has a nice dent in it.  I was able to take a nap in the sunshine at my spot at the top of the stairs.  It got up to a balmy 22 today, so I got to tag along to pick Jamie up from school (but I had to wear my coat).

I was happy to take a ride in Zeus, the little Fiat, and watched the scenery out of the window going by for a couple of blocks.  Then I figured out it was all snow, and more snow, and more snow, so I put my head on the seat and relaxed instead.

Mom didn’t give me wet food today, but she did put some of the juice from the chicken on my dry food.  Delicious!  Mom had cooked the chicken in beer and told me not to get drunk.  I wonder what she meant by that.

I also got to read the next chapter in cb’s book he is writing.  Check out http://www.contrafactual@wordpress.com for a mind-blowing zombie story, and some cool sci-fi chapters, too.  You’ll be hooked in no time!

Aside from one Hairy Bullet blanket-stealer incident, the day has been great.  Hope yours was, too!

Woof!  Love, Maggie

 

12/18/13 1,000 Likes, A “Thank You”, and A Re-Introduction

I have been informed by WP that I have reached the milestone of, “1,000 Likes”.  While to some bloggers, this number is small, it represents a huge achievement for me.  (Tail wags!)  I want to thank you from the bottom of my Hairy Bullet heart for your Likes and Following my blog.  I know you could be doing other things with your time, and I try to put out a good, clean, blog for all to read.  I was excited a few months ago to have 5 Followers and 5 Likes, and I am just as excited today to reach this number with all of you.  Woof!

I was further nominated for A Christmas Bouquet (3 awards out of 48) by Ajaytao (Ajaytao2010@wordpress.com).  I am so grateful for his kind recognition.  If you are unfamiliar with Ajaytao, I urge you to check out his blog, and feast your eyes on his breathtaking pictures, his words of wisdom and sage advice, and poetic writing.  Thank you.

Finally, I wanted to re-introduce myself to some of my new followers.  I am Maggie, an American Staffordshire Terrier (commonly referred to as a “Pitbull”).  I am going to be 2 years old on January 28.  I was beaten, bred, my pups taken, thrown out into the street like trash, lived for 6 months without even a blanket in an animal shelter, and was put up for adoption by the kind, hard-working people there.  I was taken to my new home 7 months ago, and this blog is a diary of my journey from Shelter Dog to Family Pet, and my observations of Life As Seen By A Dog.

Thank you again for your support of my project, your kind words, and your time.  It means a lot to me!

Woof!  Love, Maggie

 

11/16/13 Bootcamp Training and Afterward

(October-Early November, 2013)  The Alpha Male came early the next morning with a bowl of food and water.  I ate hungrily, lapped up all the water, and was let let out into a dog run in the large backyard.  Several other dogs, some my size, others much larger, were already out there.

I walked warily around, sniffing, ready to mix it up, if need be.  But the other dogs weren’t looking for a fight.  Everyone did their business, and we were herded back inside the house.  We were crated, then brought out to work, first individually, then in groups. 

I was with a pack of large dogs and huge German Shepherd police training dogs.  These shepherds were half my age and twice my size already!  I figured I’d better watch my step and keep my hair down.

From that day on it was work, work, work.  Sit.  Stay.  Heel.  About turn.  Back.  Down.  Recall.  Figure 8.  Finish.  All the commands I had learned in Obedience school, over and over and over.  Then bang!  Into the crate, another biscuit, and lights out.  Mom still did not come to get me.  I knew I’d been booted out for good.  I was devastated, but felt the need to survive.

Soon, other elements were added to my days of never-ending training:  invited to jump on the couch or counter, I was then met with a loud noise and a sharp, “Off!”  This applied to chairs and the beds, too.

Sneakily, I decided to chew through my lead (the Alpha had switched it from the leather one to my regular, nylon one) but was unpleasantly surprised to find that it tasted indescribably awful!  The Alpha had sprayed it with “Bitter Apple”.  Yuck!  What was worse, if I jumped repeatedly, or tried the old “Hairy Bullet” on the Alpha, he sprayed the noxious stuff into my mouth.  Horrible!  I soon straightened out in regards to chewing and Hairy Bullet-ing.

It wasn’t all bad, though.  My crate was actually my respite from all the other dogs.  And exercise time was my favorite.  The Alpha Male would hold a long plastic pole with a bit of fur connected to the end, and swing it all around.  We dogs would jump and run and grab for that pole with our jaws, and then hang on for dear life!  It was a lot of fun.  I really got into good shape, too.  That playtime was a terrific stress reliever after working so hard all day long.

But I was lonely.  There was no soft dog bed.  No table scraps (in fact, he only fed me once, in the morning).  No Jamie to say, “Hi, Mags!” in that sweet voice he uses.  No Dad to greet when he comes home at darktime.  And no Mom to curl up with on the human bed, her hand draping over my belly, cooing soft words if I twitched or stirred in the night.  I told myself I had to get over it, that those days were gone forever.  This was life at bootcamp.

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By now, you’ve probably read, “The Homecoming” and you know that my family DID come get me.  And not just Mom or Jamie…the whole family came out to retrieve me.  I’d just like to say a few words about this whole experience.

I never want to go through this again!

At home, life IS different now.  Much more regimented.  I sleep in the crate.  I eat once a day.  And several times a day, Mom or Jamie or both work with me on commands.  Dad is putting an exercise pole like the one Daryl had together for me so I can get constructive play in the backyard.

Also, they are going to tether me with a 30 foot-long lead in the back so that if I DO smell a rabbit, I WON’T bolt through the fence.  That is, unless they make me a dog run.  Mom thinks I’ll have more yard if we use the tether.  I will not be left out all day, just for those times when I want to spend some time outdoors.  When I’m supervised, I’ll be able to run around freely.

Laurel still comes and gives me walks.  She stopped by the morning after I came home to say hello, give me a couple pets, and go over commands with Mom.  So all my instructions will be consistent.

I haven’t barked once at the small dogs.  Mom wants us to officially sniff n’ greet in the Forest Preserve.  I do try to jump on the furniture, and today Mom had to spray the Bitter Apple in my mouth when I tried to destroy a new dog bed.  We are all working on my behavior together.

I was very unhappy to find out that 4 Paws Playhouse, the doggie day care that Mom wanted to send me to, has right on their website:  “No American Staffordshire Terriers, Pit Bulls, or Akita type dogs are allowed.”  We are all very upset about this Breed Discrimination.  I don’t know how people expect dogs like me to get socialized if we are not given an opportunity to socialize.  Kind of like needing experience to get a job, but no job will hire you to give you the experience you need (in human terms).  It’s frustrating.

I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten all caught up on the blogging I’ve missed.  You have all had some wonderful blogs, and I’ve missed all of you dreadfully.  You are my WP family, and when I say, “Woof!”  I mean it.  Sending each and every one of you a big tail wag, and a dogsmile.  I’m so happy to be back!