It’s The Little Things

Maggie Loves Pumpkins
I’ve been sick since last Wednesday. A no fun, suck all the energy out of you sickness that as left me holed up at home. This past weekend was one of our most “free” weekends we’ve had for months. I decided to fill up any chance of doing anything for myself by being sick.

(side note: One of my least favorite things to do is call in sick to work. I always resort to feeling like a 10-year-old convincing my mom to let me stay home from school. Anyone else terrified to make that call? When you’re actually sick?)

It’s so easy to get down and out when you’re stuck at home sick. Everything seems hard and it seems like it will be forever until you’re feeling like yourself again. Fevers take over and you feel trapped. Finding a reason to smile just seems to hard to manage, rather fill up your time with another nap or trashy daytime tv.

When you’re feeling down even the simplest things can make you feel happier. This weekend it was the joy of my dog.

Maggie LOVES pumpkins. Like loves them almost as much as taking a walk, getting treats, or running loose outside. She’s our little veggie lover dog: she also loves the smell of green beans, cucumbers, all other squash, and loves to eat edamame.

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 Every fall we go through mini pumpkins like water for her. She loves to push them around in the house and carry them around. We cannot have too many mini pumpkins on display in our house. As soon as she spots them she makes them hers. Its starts with a slow creepy stare from across the room and soon she has her nose right up in the them and is barking at them. 

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Seeing her joy over a mini pumpkin made my weekend.  I trudged back into work today but was able to greeted by an over zealous Maggie and her pumpkin after work. 

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Remember that last time something that little made you that happy? Why do we adults lose sight of the little joys in our lives? So often they make all the difference. 

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Are you a book lover like me? Stay tuned tomorrow when I start a new series: Recently Read reviewing the last few books I’ve read. Let’s talk books!
 

 

 

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

 

Happy Birthday, Maggie May!


Happy Birthday Maggie May!Today, is my dog Maggie May’s 7th birthday! I received an e-birthday card from her vet, reminding me to schedule her first “senior wellness visit”. Wahh?? She’s a senior? No, my little poodle love is going to live forever…

I rescued Maggie, an adorable Poodle Shih Tzu mix, from a shelter in Annapolis Maryland six years ago. I checked the shelter’s website almost daily for weeks, waiting for a poodle mix as I have bad allergies. One day as I was carefully walking through the halls of the shelter, trying not to cry at all the sweet faces of the many dogs who needed homes, I came across Maggie. Unlike the other dogs who were all begging for my attention, here was this tiny, matted, trembling dog, sitting patiently in the corner and staring up at me with these huge dark eyes full of emotion.

It was love at first sight.

When I asked to see her, she ran right up to me and nuzzled her head against mine as tears rolled down my cheeks. There was no way I could not take her home. Upon arriving at home I decided to name her Maggie May (yes I’m a huge Rod Stewart fan) and she quickly felt at home with me and I with her.

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The day I first brought Maggie home

Since then she has filled my world. We have moved from Annapolis to Chicago to central PA together. You all non dog people can judge, but, yes she is my baby and my most loyal companion. She always knows when I’m feelings down or sick and is quick to lend puppy kisses as she flops belly side up on my lap, her big eyes saying, “it’s okay mommy, I love you!”

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just love me

I’ll never know for sure what troubles she faced before I adopted her. (All the shelter could tell me was that she was abused). Whatever happened, it still haunts her. She is afraid of everything. And yes, I mean everything – plastic bags, water bottles, clothes being shaken before being folded, beards, large boxes, tv remotes,hats, bangles, any “new” object brought into the home and I could go on forever. She doesn’t trust much, but she does trust me. Over time she has also put her trust in others like family and close friends. Others she barks at in fear and is quick to run behind my legs to hide. But once she opens up to you she is a sweetheart. Oddly, Maggie loved Ryan upon first meeting him. They were best buds from the start. From that day, I knew Ryan was a keeper!

one of Ryan and Maggie's first meetings

one of Ryan and Maggie’s first meetings

I always looks forward to coming home because I know I’ll be greeted by her jumps and squeals as she nearly scratches me to death with excitement. My favorite times are our long walks and runs, exploring together as well as our lazy weekend morning puppy cuddles in bed. She is most content sitting in my lap, playing, or taking long walks. She also loves her bff Bonnie (my parents dog). Otherwise she’ll sit in a corner and mope. Don’t even try putting clothes on her.

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seriously Mom?

Some may say she’s spoiled but I say she deserves all of it. When she’s scared or anxious she’ll tremble and look at me with the saddest eyes, “Maggie eyes” we call them, and I know she just needs to be held and loved. I honestly feel she takes care of me on the same level that I take care of her. As someone who has also struggled with trusting people, I feel so special that she puts her trust in me. She was a source of constant support during some lonely times. When I feel her weight on me while she lies contentedly in my lap, my world feels complete. She keeps me company during the days and nights that Ryan is not at home and cuddling with her makes it easier to go to bed at night.

Her way of loving is a role mode for all us humans. I know that she will love me unconditionally until the last beat of her heart. I’m so lucky to have found her. The least I can do is to take the best care of her that I can and try to give her as much love as she gives me.

I can’t imagine a world with out her, so she must live forever.

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