Hello readers of my mom’s blog, I’m Maggie! Well actually, my real name is Maggie May. I’m named after the Rod Stewart song. Do you know it? I love it and I make my mommy dance with me while she screams sing it. Her singing is atorcious and she looks ridicolous dancing, but I love her because she’s my mommy. So you better be nice to her.
You may recognize me from all of the silly and embarrassing pictures my mom posts of me on this blog.
I mean really Mom, would you like me to snap pictures of you sleeping and post them for all of the internet to see?
My mommy was a little busy this week so I decided to jump on board here and do a guest post for her. I’ve been wanted to do this for like 45 billion years, mainly because my favorite TV show is Dog With a Blog. I have no idea why she hasn’t let me do this before. I AM the main reason for her to be alive so I don’t know why I”m not the main focus of this blog. I think it should be named “A Beautiful Little Maggie” – my mom and dad are both telling me how pretty I am hundreds of times a day.
Anyways, I lead a very important life, so I thought I’d walk you through a morning in Maggie’s world.
I know it must be a weekday when my mommy wakes up at 7:14 (on weekends me, mom, and dad all snuggle in bed and play peekaboo and other fun dog games) and gets ready for work. I try my best to ignore her and stay curled up in my warm spot on the bed. She keeps telling me that it’s time to get up, that we have to go, but I don’t really believe her. (Maybe this is another game?).
By 8 she is downstairs clicking my leash and using her stern voice. Still, I refuse to leave my perfect spot in bed until I hear her utter the words “Time to go to Grandma’s!”. Once I hear those words I fly down the stairs as quick as possible. (We go to Grandma’s every weekday but every morning I forget, it’s kind of embarrassing and I’d rather not talk about it.) Going to Grandma’s is the best thing you can imagine. You wouldn’t understand unless you met my Grandma.
She is my FAVORITE person (outside of my mom and dad of course). Her house is perfect, her couches are perfect, her food is perfect, her lap is perfect, and she spoils me rotten. Also, my bff Bonnie lives at Grandmas. Bonnie is the only other dog that has my heart. She just gets me is all.
I tell her everything and we take care of one another. I can be a big scaredey cat some days – I can’t seem to forget these awful people who use to own me and did awful things to me before my Mommy came along and adopted me. Now, I really only trust a few people. Most of my heart belongs to Bonnie though. She made me realize that life is supposed to be fun and full of balls, and barking, and running.
So we hop in my mommy’s car which I HATE. I don’t know WHO invented these things but they are the WORST! I’m eight years old and have ridden in the car every weekday for the past 2 years and I’m still terrified of riding in the car. Can someone please tell me why my mom who treats me like a baby everywhere else refuses to let me sit in her lap in the car? So rude!
She tries to soothe me by talking to me in her favorite baby voice (I keep telling her I’m no longer a baby but she doesn’t listen) but it doesn’t work. She keeps repeating “We’re going to see Bonnie! We’re going to see Grandma!” but I don’t believe her. Why can’t we just walk there? I love walking! I never understood why Grandma, Grandpa, and Bonnie have to live in a different house? Seems like such a simple idea to me. I wish it was summer time again because then my mommy magically makes the window go down and I can stick my head out and get distracted by all the smells of this big world we are flying through.
The drive lasts about 8 hours (even though mom says it’s only 12 minutes). I shake and tremble the whole time. You better listen to my advice – never ride in a car while it is raining. It is seriously the worst thing. It sounds like the world is crashing down all around you. When it’s raining I take back everything about baby talk. Mommy, please talk to me in your highest pitch baby talk ever. Also sing. I love that. Especially Taylor Swift.
After a few hours, we pull into Grandma’s neighborhood. I’m super smart so I know what it looks like. I bark and bark and wag my tail so Mommy knows that we are close too (she must be terrified of the car too, right?!). Once we get to Grandmas I can barely wait to get inside to greet Bonnie. All memories of the car vanish and I go nose to nose with my best friend. I lift my leg and let her smell me and then I do the same with her. We have to make sure everything is a okay! (I told you we are besties) We then run around a bit. We have so much to catch up on since it’s been a whole 15 hours since we’ve seen each other!
Grandma makes a huge fuss over me. I let out cries of happiness and nearly scratch her to death by jumping up on her. That’s the best way to show that you love someone.
In the background I hear Mommy saying goodbye, but I could care less, I’m at Grandma’s! Plus, I’m kind of mad that she leaves me all day to go to something called “work”. Doesn’t she understand how much fun she is missing out at Grandma’s? Or how much more fun we could have had if we stayed at home and cuddled and went for long walks, and she threw my ball for me for hours?
If someone would just listen to me, the world could be a much better place.
Well the couch is calling my name. Time to nap and dream of chasing bunnies and balls edamame (I love that stuff!). If you love me, maybe my mom will let me come back and blog another day?