MARGARET MAE'S GOTCHA DAY

This is the story of how Margaret a/k/a Maggie came to live at our house.  Two years ago tonight she arrived at our door knocking LOUDLY to let her in.  MOM and I hid in the bathroom BECAUSE we were not sure if we wanted to get another puppy EVER but Dad did.  Margaret had traveled throughout the whole day to come to our house, from a dirty puppy mill in the middle of Missouri.  Her hip had bad muscle damage (and to this day she cannot lift her left back leg) and she had eye scratches so we knew she would spend the rest of her life in a cage producing puppies.  A sad awful life for any dog. So our hearts were torn and our brains were numb.  Sammer had only left us a few weeks before and Sweet Trudie just a few months before Sam and Mom and I were hurting badly and I was very MAD at them for leaving me.  Was Maggie the answer to healing our hearts???????   Only time would tell.

  THE STORY

Last night when Mom got home Dad was EXCITEDLY waiting for our little guest to arrive.  Mom went and took a long hot shower, I waited on the floor with her. We were hiding in the bathroom.   Mom and I talked "alone" and she shared her   WHAT IF'S....what if this..and what if that ...you know she had the what if's stuck in her brain...a million of them.  THEN WE HEARD A KNOCK and DAD"S YAY...and OH SHE IS BEAUTIFUL!!  Mom said, "Damn!"

There is much evil behind that smile.

 Finally, we worked up enuf courage to go see what all the excitement was about and there stood one of the homeliest pugs mom and I had ever seen.  It looked like someone had dunked her face and big paws in black paint and the rest of her body was tan with black in weird places.  At first she was quiet but then she looked around while Dad held her and then she got down and ran around like crazy.  Mom and I thought she looked like the saggy baggy elephant from an old Golden Book Story, but Dad kept saying how beautiful she was.  Dad was love-struck cos she was not beautiful!!   

 

 

 

 

  I am in shock. Her tail wagged like crazy and Mom said she was surprized she had enuf strength to even wag her tail cos she is so tiny! THEN she went over to my toys in Sammers bed, and shook the brains out of my favorite little white bear toy.  It was my gotcha toy when I first came to live with MY mom and dad.  We were stunned, Dad said,"Wow he couldn't believe a tiny little pug knew what to do with toys!" Mom said, " um....." Cathy said, " oh she is a genius.." I was shocked, no words would come out of my mouth.  First of all I couldn't believe she was a pug like me, she looked like a scrawny mouse hyped up on crack! Second she should be in jail for shaking my baby bear!   Dad had stars in his eyes, and told my mom and me she would be the perfect gift for Christmas for me and him.  Mom wanted to throw up!   Then mean ole cat dietzman came along and slapped the pee out of her not once but three times, and it didn't stop her a bit from being happy.  That got Mom's attention.  I was thinking what a dumb pug!

 

 Then she started chasing me all around, and heck I had to watch I didn't kill her when I stepped on her cos she is a shrimparoo!  Is she even healthy?  Take her batteries out of her NOW mom!  She chased me all around the house so much my tongue was hanging out ...Dad said she was better than a treadmill for me. Mom said Ummmmm.

Later Dad handed her to Mom and Mom sat in the chair with her and me.  She started to wag her tail, and lick moms face and try to bite me again for the millionth time, and Mom just wanted to cry cos she could see a little of Sammer in that black little face, and she tried to listen to her heart so she would know what was right me and for her. Then she snuggled in moms arms and went to sleep.

 

 Dad picked out the name Daisy but by the end of the night she became Maggie Mae or Godzilla.  I am still wondering about this present but as long is Mom's okay with it then so will I be.  This morning EARLY Maggie decided she needed to get up so Mom and I got up with her (even tho she belongs to DAD), and she drank finally and ate her breakfast.  She even pottyed on the puppy pads. Cathy said she couldn't go outside cos its to cold and she will get sick.  Mom drank her coffee after her and I went outside for some peace and she whispered to me, "sometimes presents come in the most different packages then we would have ever imagined Stella..."

 

THE END.


Maggie is now two years old, and hers and I have had our ups and down.  Maybe its because we are both girls, or that Maggie has a strong pushy attitude and gets jealous easy, or maybe sisters are just like that...I don't know.   Maggie has grown into the watch pug at our house, she is the protector of all of us, she loves laying on Mom's legs with me and Gussie, and she loves running at the fairgrounds and going on walks.  We also realize that even though she came to us at 12 weeks of age she already had some traits from living in the hole that she did.  She could not even finish two days of puppy training because of her high anxiety.  Angus took her place and he was much younger. 

Was Margaret the right choice for our house??  Of course.  After all she is our Maggie Mae.

Stella Rose and Momma