Oh, Maggie. Where do I begin. You came to us a handful of soft, black fur. So soft and sweet. So innocent and pure. Although I was shocked to recieve you (and quite honestly, frightened), the "idea" of you was fun. We had some good times those first few months together. I would place you in my purse and off we'd go to Target or Harris Teeter. You'd lay there so sweetly not wanting to be disturbed or to be of a bother to anyone. We were partners in crime then, you and I.
Some might say we're enemies. Some might say I tolerate you. I prefer to call ours a love/hate relationship. If only you could be sweet forever and never break into your Miss Hyde persona. If only you wouldn't take 10 minutes to find a perfect spot to empty your bladder every time I take you for a potty break. If only you wouldn't perform your ear-piercingly loud yap every time you hear the doorbell ring or you hear an unfamiliar voice enter our home. Oh, Maggie...I love that you attempt to be a guard dog. That's cute. You really think you're big and I love that about you. I think that you honestly believe that you can take on the world. You're a dreamer, Maggie. That's great.
Now Maggie, how old are we? Almost 6? That's like what, 42 years for your people? Now, I'm no genius, but shouldn't you be trained by now to eliminate your messes outside? What is it about that one spot in our home that makes you "go"? You know how I get when I find it. You know how mad it makes me. Do you do it just to get a reaction, because it definitely works. See, this is where the "hate" in our relationship unfolds. This is why you are not allowed upstairs in our home. If only you acted your age, you might be allowed more privileges. Let's work on that, okay?
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. I do love you (shhh. Don't get too exicted). When you sit by my feet and watch me cook in the kitchen and when you get excited when I get my tennis shoes on and take the leash out, or when you curl up on my lap at night and snore yourself off to sleep I do feel a little bit of kindness toward you. When you went after that big dog who was sniffing Caroline last June, I have to admit, I was proud of you. You were protecting your own with that annoying yap of yours and my heart beamed with pride over my 5.3 pound (yes, Denise, she made her goal weight) chihuahua.
So Maggie Mae, we have many more years ahead of us, they tell me. I can only imagine how you'll be in 10-15 years when you're feeble and your hair around your mouth turns a disturbingly shade of gray. Will I still want to pet you? Will I still want you in my lap at that point? There may still be hope. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Keep your chin up, though. You're still the prettiest chihuahua I've ever seen and you are a smart dog, I'm not going to lie to you. Let's use that genius mentality of yours for the good, okay?
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Donna, I thought you were going to tell us that Maggie passed away today the way you were going on and on about her. I thought for sure she had died. Good to know she still has several more good years on her.
I thought the same thing! I'm glad she's still alive and healthy. I know how you feel...sometimes I feel like that's all I do is cleaning up after the pooch. :)
No, I hit a breaking point this morning when I was sweating to death and she was walking around the yard for literally 10 min. looking for a place to pee. I was about to scream.
Oh so does this mean you don't want me to get Liney a matching dog when you bring Roy boy home?
Kim, please don't. When we brought Caroline home, I threatened to get rid of Maggie. She gave me the creeps for a few days.
I thought Mags had kicked the bucket too! Don Don, whatcha doin tomorrow @ 9 am?
Donna, Donna. I sat here and read your blog to Daddy, and we both died laughing. It is soooo funny. I'm right there with you, though. Today as I was getting a few things out of my bedroom hallway, I found two "Maggie spots" on my carpet. You think your house is violated by her? She thinks my house is Pleasure Island!! It's like she has a whole world to explore and choose wherever she wants to eliminate herself. So I know about that love/hate relationship. I do love her....she's a great dog...but I, too, wish she'd grow up and learn to do her stuff outside.
Well, let me say that I thought Maggie died too. Glad she is still alive.
Also, I had a "Maggie Momment" when we moved out of our house in Atlanta. We were moving Maddie's bed out of her room, only to find a nice "Maggie" spot on the carpet right in the center where the bed once stood. I was SOOOOOOO MAD!
Good ole Maggie! Gotta love'r!
Sorry girls! I know, it's the most annoying thing to find pee spots on the carpet. It makes me so angry with her! But have you ever tried reasoning with a dog?
That's funny that you all thought she had died! Don't give me any ideas.
Donna, clap, clap, clap! That was one of your best posts ever...(in a whisper...you're a good writer, donna.) Seriously, you've got some skill...let's use it for good, k? I really like your style and I liked the inside look at the love/hate relationship that I have actually been able to observe in person!
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