5 Things My Dog Teaches Me

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Today we’re celebrating Maggie’s 8th Birthday! She is such a special part of our lives and I can’t imagine a life without her. She and her love is always inspiring me to be a better person. 

So yes, even though I saved her from the shelter all those years ago, she has found a way to turn my life around and save me as well. 

In honor of Maggie gracing our lives with her presence (she is such a poodle princess this one) I’ve decided to share a little sentimental post about:

5 Things My Dog Teaches Me

1. Always Show Your Love

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Every single time I walk through the door, doesn’t matter if I’ve been gone 4 hours or 4 minutes, Maggie attacks me with love. For a solid 5 minutes she will be jumping up at me, covering me with puppy kisses and bringing me her current favorite toy. She wants me to know just how excited she is to see me. 

My dog teaches me that we should always show/tell people how much they mean to us. Don’t store it inside for a rainy day. Shout it from the rooftops, let them know are loved. 

2. Give Your Undivided Attention

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If I happen to put on the TV in the middle of a passionate game of ball or if I pull out my phone while petting her on the couch, Maggie will promptly drop the ball or jump off the couch to retreat to the chair in the corner to pout and stare at me with sad eyes. She wants all or nothing. 

Maggie has taught me that when doing an activity or spending time with someone, give it or them all of your attention. Multi tasking has a time and place but you will get more out of life if you show up 100%. This applies to finishing goals, tackling your to do list, and spending quality time with friends and family. 

3. Walks Are The Best

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Maggie will never turn down a walk. She’ll go in the cold, in the heat, and even the rain. She loves exploring. The longer the better. Her legs may be short but they can go for miles. She prances with her head held high and stops to smell every smell. The highlight of her week is when she is let loose in the field near our house, that we aptly named “Maggie’s Field of Dreams”. She will run and run and run. 

She reminds me that there is nothing like connecting with nature while on a long peaceful walk. It’s probably one of the most healthiest things we can do for ourselves on a regular basis. 

4. We Can Do Hard Things

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 Maggie did not have an easy early life. I adopted her from a shelter when she was one-year old. I’ll never know what trauma she underwent as a puppy but she is terrified of most everything and all new people. But, in the seven years that I’ve been her mom, she has gone through an amazing transformation. Her curiosity and desire to have fun has, bit by bit, replaced her fear.

Maggie proves that against all odds we can overcome. We are built to do hard things. Just try. Also, accepting encouragment from loved ones always helps.

5. Love Unconditionally

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Maggie is a loyal friend. There have been many times when I’ve ignored her need to play or go for a long walk because I’m feeling sick or sad. Although she could be mad or resentful, she is often all that more loving and attentive at these times. When I’m feeling down she is always by my side, cuddled up close.

Somehow, instinctively, my dog knows that I need her love most when I’m at my worst. This is a trait that we should carry over with our human friends. Love others, through thick and thin.

What furry friend has made your life better? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie Takes Over the Blog

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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.

maggie sleepingI 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.
maggie poodle at christmas timeAnyways, 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?).

maggie shih tzu poodle cuddles 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.

grandma of dogsShe 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.

poodle and westie  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.two dogs running and playing

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.

to and from Grandma's everyday 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!

poodle and westie looking out of the door 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.

winery maggie 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?

Puppy kisses,

Maggie May