Friday, May 28, 2010


Maggie Moosie & the new foster kitty

Hey mom, I thought you said your zoo was full. What is this little black kitty doing here? She is a foster! Oh Kitty, don’t worry! Mom will find you a good forever home. In the mean time you can hang out with me and the rest of the zoo.

I am Maggie Moosie. That other golden retriever is Jenny. She was a rescue from the pound. The smaller fellow over there is Chewy. Mom rescued Chewy when he was a tiny pup. You may not meet Hershey. She stays in the back yard.

Then there is Fatty cat, that was a stray that just wondered and stayed. The last one of our zoo is Katzilla. He is a huge grouchy black cat and I suggest you stay away from him. He is kind of mean. I think someone was not very nice to him when he was a kitten. Don’t worry Kitty I will take care of you.

Okay Mom, that foster kitty is lots of fun, but pleeeaassseee ask her to stop biting my tail. Every time I wag my tail she pounces on it and tries to chew it up. I like my tail just like it is. She kind of cute though.

Ack!!! Now she is trying to drag my duck under the couch. You know kitty, that duck is way bigger than ...you are. Besides, he is mine and I am taking him back. (BOOM- CRACK) Look out! It must be raining because that was some awful loud thunder and lightening. Wha? Oh Kitty, it is okay! Look mom, that foster kitten is laying up against my chest, between my legs and peeking out from under my head. He is shaking! Ah kitty, it is okay. Just stay close.

Today I am watching that foster kitty for mom. Mom went to the Doctor and is sitting with her knee propped up. I am trying to keep that kitty out of trouble and away from Katzilla. He is not to happy with that kitty. Come on Kitty, kitty, kitty! Watch out. Katzilla is watching you. Hey, get out of that garbage can, you little trouble maker. Hold still! (sigh)

Ugh, Mom was sitting in her recliner. She had a bowl of yogurt with strawberries & bananas sliced in it. The phone rang and mom answered. That silly little foster kitty climbed up on the love seat and jumped to the end table. I don’t think mom saw her. All of a sudden that kitty jumped and landed in mom’s bowl. It must have been slippery because she slid right though the bowl and landed in the next recliner. Yogurt, bananas and strawberries flew. Oh, oh! Mom was not happy. She picked up that sticky little kitten and gave her a bath. Quiet Kitty! You deserve everything you get.

Mooooommmm! That foster in climbing all over me. Now she is trying to climb on my head. I really like her, but her little claws are kind of sharp. Tell her kittens are not supposed to climb on dogs. I guess she is so little, she has not learned that yet. AAAHHhhh! She is so cute! I sure hope you find a good forever home for her. Quit biting on my ear, you crazy kitten. (sigh) Anybody out there want a cute kitty?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Maggie Moosie is in trouble.


Ooohh, I am in trouble now. I was so bad and upset mom. Mom let’s me go with her into her garden area. I like to play around the fruit trees. I get to drink out of the water hose and roll in the grass. I like my “me” time with mom.

Mom went to water her garden and trees. She was talking to me and we were having such fun. Then mom went to water a new big bush in the front yard. Mom thought she had closed the gate, but I pushed on the gate and got out.

Mom saw me coming out the gate and called me, but I was so excited to go explore I took off running. We live on a corner and lots of cars go by in the afternoon. Mom was still calling me, but I just kept on going.

Mom hurt her knee about a week ago and has trouble walking. I knew she could not run. A lady who loves down the street was getting her mail. She came after me, but I turned and went the other way. That lady can run fast and caught up to me, grabbing my collar.

Mom caught up to us and thanked the lady. Then mom grabbed my collar. I knew I had been bad, so I did not want to go, but mom was talking nice to me. When we got home mom fussed at me and said I could have gotten run over.

I’m sorry mom! I guess that is not enough though. Mom said because I was bad, I cannot go with her to water in her garden area for a while. I understand mom. (Sigh)
I am old enough. I should know better. You should always listen to your mom. She only wants everyone to stay safe. That is good advice for animals and kids.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Maggie Moosie want to know, "Who took the grass?"


Okay, who took the grass? We just came outside and all the grass in our backyard area is gone. Nothing left, but dirt. What the heck? Why would somebody take our grass? People can be so mean! Sniff around guys and let’s see if we can figure this out.

Mom just came outside and she is not happy either. Every time me walk on it the dust if flying. Achoo! Yikes! This is terrible. What? Mom said dad plowed up the back yard because he wanted a different kind of grass. Dad, are you kidding? We liked the old grass.

Mom fussed at dad and told him to do something. We are all covered in dust and it is coming into the house. So, dad went to a “feed store” to get grass seed. We don’t want you to feed it to us dad. We want grass in our yard, not our stomachs. Ugh!

Dad came home and told mom that the people at the feed store said “grass seed would take a long time to grow”. What now, Dad? Sod! What’s that? Patches of grass. Well, you will need a while lot. Get lot’s of sod, dad. How soon can you do this? Another 3 days! (sigh)

Yes, my human brother Matt is here. Dad and Matt are going to buy some sod. I can hardly wait. Let’s watch them guys. Maybe if they see us, they will work faster. Look at that. Lots of patches of grass.
Look, they are already done with one side of the sidewalk.

Mom, mom, mom! We really need out. It has been hours. Please! Great! Open the door. OOHH!! Just look at that grass. It smells wonderful! Yipee! Let’s roll in it. Ahhhh! Doggie Heaven! Thank’s dad!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Maggie Moosie helps Reload learn some manners.


My mom is the best, but she sometimes has trouble falling asleep at night, so she will sleep a little longer in the morning. This can be a problem to me and the rest of my furry siblings. We cannot open the door by ourselves and ever since the squirrel came to visit, no more doggie door.

Mom! Mom! Hey mom, get up! We need out. Come on Mom. Maybe if I poke her with my paw. (poke, poke). Aw, she just rolled over. Maybe I will just “wiffle” in her ear like that that horse I saw on TV so. Nothing! This is getting serious. WOOF! Well, that got her up. Yes! Okay, slippers on, let's go. Open the door mom. Now through the sunroom to the back door.

Relaod? What are you doing here? Hey, crazy pup. We are going out, not in. Look out! Hey, get your muddy paws away from me! Ugh! I have mud on my face and it is all over the sunroom floor. How did you get so muddy? It hasn’t rained in a week.

No, don't run into the house with those paws. Ugh! Look at mom's clean floors. Boy, you are in trouble now. Muddy paw prints every where. Through the dining room and into the kitchen. There is even mud on the cabinets.

Mom has the broom. Yikes, time to clear out. Run! You dumb puppy! Get out of my way. You are not moving fast enough. Keep moving guys. Reload just slide into the French doors. Look at that nose print. Oh no! Mom hasn’t opened the back door yet. Help!

Make room! Mom is trying to get past us to open the door. Reload bumped up against mom and now she has mud on her night gown. Yes, the door is open. Move out guys! Wow, mom is mad now and I don't blame her. I know she would not have hit us with that broom. She was just trying to herd that muddy pup out of the house.

Open, yes! Keep moving guys! Okay, now listen here pup! Just how did you get here and how did you get so muddy? I know you are only about 6 months old, but you are as big as I am and you need to learn some manners. The first rule is “NEVER GO IN THE HOUSE WHEN YOU ARE MUDDY!. The second rule is “NEVER GO IN THE HOUSE WHEN YOU ARE MUDDY! Do you understand that! Kids!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Homes should be forever.


I live in a very nice house with my mom & dad. This house used to be full of my human siblings, but mom said they are all grown up now and they have their own houses to live in. My human brother Matt has a black lab named Reload. I like that pup. Mom told me last night that my human sister, Terry, just got a new puppy named Izzy, who is a baby yellow lab. Mom said they are my niece & nephew. I have 4 more human brothers.

I have 3 canine siblings. Jenny is a golden retriever mom rescued from the pound. I am not sure what a “pound” is, but Jenny did not like it there, so I know I would not like it there either. Hershey is a chocolate lab that nobody wanted, but mom did. Chewy was part of a litter of Chow mix puppies that a mean lady was going to throw into a ditch and mom would not let her.

I also have 2 feline siblings. Katzilla is a big black grouchy cat. I don’t think he was treated well as a kitten, but is learning to be nicer. Fatty Cat is a very chubby gray cat that just kind of wondered up to our house one day.

Dad said there is an invisible sign flashing over our house that says “Welcome all animals“. I don’t know what invisible means, but I have never seen that sign.

My human brother Jacob came by today to play with us. He is a super big guy and is fun to play with, but somtimes he forgets how strong he is. Jacob really like Jenny girl because she had just come to live with mom when he came home from the Army. He likes to pick Jenny up like a baby and rock her. Jacob calls her “Boop Pe Doop”. Not sure about that, but Jenny seems to like it.

A golden retriever does not expect to be picked up and flipped over. It is fun, but it makes my stomach feel funny. Good thing I can run faster than him. Ha Ha, he can't catch me....

Look out Hershey! He's coming your way. Hey! Leave her alone, she is old. Stop that! Grrrrr! Take that! Knocked him off his feet. Jacob is laying on the ground laughing. Glad he's not mad. Whew! Never pick on the elderly! Always be nice to them!

I really love my home and my family. They are always fun and I know they love me too. Every animal deserves a forever home. Remember, when you get a pet, it should always be forever.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Maggie Moosie Meets a skunk!



Let me tell you how I met a very stinky critter. I was only about 6 months old and out in the back yard with Hershey. We are part of Mom’s zoo. We had been spending lots of time in the yard, because Mom & Uncle Raymond tore the whole kitchen out of our house. They are building a new one. Hey Mom, How are you going to cook for us?

We had a possum in our yard once before, but the freakiest thing was another critter that walked up on the carport in broad daylight with my human cousin Asa and his friend standing there. I heard them yelling and they ran into the house. My ears were perked up to hear what the problem was, but then the problem hit me straight into the nose. I found out later it was called a skunk! I think they should call him “Stinky”!

Ugh, that stupid skunk is coming right under the gate and into the back yard. He was waddling along, like we were not even there. Hey, what’s wrong with you, you crazy skunk? He is kind of little, so I guess he does not know any better.

Hershey charged at it barking and (UGH) that thing just sprayed some nasty smelling stuff right in Hershey’s face. Hershey is rolling all over the ground and howling! Phew! What a stink! Then it decided to spray the barn!

I kept my distance, but kept jumping around and barking at that skunk. I am keeping a good distance between us, but I want him out of here, before I ended up smelling like Hershey. Good thing mom let Jenny & Chewy in the house a while ago, or they might get hit with that yucky stuff, too.

Finally, That skunk waddled all the way across the yard and went into Mom’s orchard. Hey, you! Don’t you dare spray mom’s fruit trees. Mom likes her trees just like they are.
Just keep going!

Whoa! Here come’s mom with a guy in a uniform and he has a cage. Okay, so I don’t like that skunk, but he is little. Don’t hurt him, please. Just let him keep going. Run skunk!

Ha! That guy is afraid of that skunk. He is peeking over the fence and won’t even come into the back yard. He won’t be much help. There goes Stinky under the neighbors fence in back. You won’t catch him in that cage now.

Hey mom, get some soap and do something for Hershey. Phew! Soap, please! Something that smells good. Quit howling Hershey! Mom will help you. Yew!! Mom is poring tomato juice all over Hershey. She smells worse than ever. Mom said it will just have to wear off.

I am glad that little skunk got away, but I will be even happier when Hershey doesn’t smell so bad! I bet she won’t be going into the house to sleep tonight. Sorry Hershey!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Maggie Moosie and gang dig a hole!


Hey, it is my human brother Matt, who is the youngest of my 5 human brothers. Did you bring Reload? I really like my nephew. He is such a cool pup. Yes! Matt is training Reload to retrieve ducks and he is very good at that. Reload is good at something else. Eating! That pup is a chow hound.

Hey Matt, what you doing with those shovels? Digging holes! Oh Boy! Can I help? We can all help. We love to dig holes. Start here guys. Look Matt marked where we are supposed to dig with a string. We get to dig all across the yard.

Whew! We are all pooped and our paws are all dirty, but that long hole is all finished. It took all day and the sun is going down. Let’s go in the house and take a nap. A snack would be good right now, mom. We worked up big appetite. What’s for dinner?

A new day! Let’s go out and play. Open the door Mom. We are all ready for a easy day or playing and napping. What happened? Who put all that dirt back in the hole? Okay guys, let’s take care of this. Start digging. At least it is easier this time. All the dirt is loose. This should not take long at all. Hey, what is this at the bottom of the hole?

Matt should be very happy we helped again. ...Yikes! What happened. Matt just got here and he is yelling at us about the dirt we took back out of the holes. He called us "stupid dogs". We were just trying to help. Did we do something wrong? Sometimes I do not understand humans!

Turns out Matt was putting something in that long hole for dad and then put the dirt back in himself. We are sorry, Matt. Come on guys. Lets help Matt put that dirt back in the hole. Hop to it guys. Done! By the way Matt, it is not nice to call someone names, even when they make a mistake. You’re sorry! Awww! Okay then, we still love you!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Maggie Moosie finds a kitty.




It is such a beautiful day outside. I think I am going to take a nap in the shade. I played with Hershey, Jenny & Chewy all morning. Time to snooze. Everybody get you favorite spot. Aawwww!

Hey, what was that? I hear a cat crying, I hope it is okay. I know that is not Katzilla. For being such a big black cat, he has a real soft tiny meow. It can’t be Fatty Cat. She is a house cat and never comes outside.

Wait a minute! Oh my gosh! It is Fatty Cat. How did you get out? Oh, it is okay. I will take care of you. Wait, I will get mom. Mom (bark), MOM (BARK), MOM (BARK)!
Heck, mom does not hear me or she just thinks I am barking at someone walking by.

Come on kitty. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything hurt you. Back up guys! You’re scaring her. I know you would not hurt her, but she is afraid right now. We will just lay down right here and take a little nap until mom comes outside. Snuggle close now. There you go.

Hey, I like that sound you are making. Is that what they call “purring”? It is kind of nice. Mom said cats purr when they are happy. Now what are you doing? Why are you pumping my side with your paws. Kind of weird, but okay! Whatever makes you feel good.

MOM! Hey mom, look who I found. I don’t know how she got out, but I kept her safe. She was scared, so I stayed with her and now everything is alright. Okay kitty, Mom has you now, so you should be real happy now.

Look mom, Fatty Cat is doing that same thing on your shoulder. What do you mean, “making biscuit’s“? You make biscuits in the oven for breakfast. Oh, that is just what they call it. Okay!. I sure didn’t see anything to eat, but speaking of food, how about a snack? Yes!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Maggie Moosie meets a duck!


No fair! Mom said she stopped at the park today, between appointments and took pictures of the baby ducks. Hey! I like ducks, too mom. Okay, I know it is my fault. I promised not to do it again.

Last time we went to the park I was so excited. There were lots of people and all kinds of animals around. Mom had put my harness on and said we were going to take a walk around the lake and enjoy the day. It was great. All kinds of new smells. I was getting very excited.

We walked on the path. Everything was so pretty. Then I saw it. A great big white duck waddling across the path. I think he was going to take a nap in the sun. I wanted to go meet this fellow and say, Hello!

I jerked forward and the lease snapped out of mom’s hand. I took off at a full gallop. That duck must have heard me coming. He turned to look and took off back the way he came. I was right behind him. The duck was flapping his wings as he got to the edge of the lake. I was right on his tail, but he skimmed over the water and I landed with a big splash.

Water came up over my head and I started dog paddling as fast as I could. I came to the top just in time to hear that dumb duck quacking at me. I know he was laughing. Stupid duck. I turned to swim back to shore that that is when I saw mom and knew I was in trouble.

I swam to shore and managed to pull myself up on the shore. It was not easy because it was a drop off to the water, but I did it. Got out and shook the water off. OPPPS! Sorry Mom! I forgot you were standing there. I am so in trouble.

Oh Oh! Now what? I am all wet and dripping and now I have to get back in the car. Sorry about the mess in the car, Mom. I am dripping all over the leather seats. I promise never to do it again! Shucks! Dumb duck!!!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Maggie Mossie learns about Heaven


My mom has been real sad this last year. You see, my Uncle Raymond went to Heaven almost a year ago. He was mom’s brother and I really liked him a lot. When he came to visit, he always had time to talk to me and the rest of moms’ zoo. Raymond was always good for several ear rubs a visit.

Mom said Uncle Raymond was very sick for so long, he decided to go to heaven. I don’t know where Heaven is, but I wish Uncle Raymond could come for a visit. We all miss him, but mom said Uncle Raymond is happy there, so I am happy for him. It is no fun being sick all the time.

Uncle Raymond had a little dog, I guess you could call him my cousin. His name is Tupaki. Tupaki is a cute little guy, black with brown markings, part daushound and part Chihuahua . He used to live with my Uncle Raymond and misses him a whole lot. Tupaki wished Uncle Raymond would come back, but since he went to heaven and is happy there, Tupaki had to find a new home.

Right after Uncle Raymond went to heaven, Tupaki went to lives with Grandma & Grandpa. They like little dogs. He really likes it, but I know he still misses Uncle Raymond. (Sigh) So do I!

Tupaki has decided Grandpa is his new best buddy, so mom said they should rename Tupaki, Velcro. Not sure what that is either, but if it means Tupaki is stuck to grandpa's lap, she is right. I think grandpa reminds Tupaki of Uncle Raymond. They both wore glasses, have gray hair and when grandpa talks he sounds a lot like Uncle Raymond. Sometimes he even smells a little like him.

Glad Tupaki likes his new home. He and grandma go for walks together. Tupaki and grandpa take lots of naps together. They go for rides in the car and that was one of Tupaki’s favorite things to do with Uncle Raymond. I hope they let dogs into heaven because I know Tupaki would like to see Uncle Raymond again some day.

Mom said that heaven would have to have dog’s in it because heaven has to be made up of all the things you like so much in life. I hope so because I want to be with mom. Dad said that his part of heaven will not have any animals, but since he wants to be with mom he guessed he would see us there, too. I know you are just kidding, dad. I like that because I want everybody I love to be with me in heaven. See you later, uncle Raymond.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Squirrel uses doggie door.

I am remembering when I and the rest of my zoo, as my mom calls us, had quite an adventure. Dad put in a "doggie door" so we could all go in and out. No more accidents. Even the cats liked it. Freedom!

A couple days later I was taking a nap on the dining room floor. All of a sudden I heard Chewy growl. I perked up one ear to listen, still wanting to continue with my nap. I heard a funny squeaking sound. It was weird, so I cocked open one eye. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but I knew it was not supposed to be coming in through our door.

I jumped to my feet! A squirrel! What the heck do you think you are doing? I lunged at this intruder. Out! You don’t belong in here. Yikes. That dumb squirrel just jumped up on the table. He stopped on mom’s fruit bowl and apples are rolling everywhere. Get off there you crazy thing!

Chewy is running around the table and barking. Jenny is adding to the noise and all I want is to get that thing out of our house. I push the chair with my shoulder and it moves enough for me to try climbing on to it.

That squirrel freaked out, jumped and landed in the hall. It took off, with us right behind him. It rounded the corner in the hall and shot into Mom’s office. The squirrel was now on top of Mom’s desk, papers flying everywhere. Yikes! There goes a picture frame and a lamp. Hey, crazy squirrel, all you have to do it leave. Come back!

Chewy jumped up on the big foot stool in the office and put his front paws on the desk.
That squirrel jumped to a shelf over mom’s desk, books flying. Duck guys! Not that! Oh no! He is walking across the top of that old mirror mom likes so much and jumped to a top shelf. The mirror is swinging on it’s hook, but it looks like it is not going to fall. Ugh! There goes a vase. Watch you heads guys.

Stop chattering at us! It’s your own fault for coming in our door. No one invited you! Stop barking guys. Aw! He looks scared. Wait till mom sees this mess. She will say you need to leave. Okay, stay up there. We will wait!

Yes, I hear Mom! Ohhhh! She is not happy. Here she comes. Yikes. I think mom is afraid of that squirrel. Mom shooed us out of the office and closed the door. Good, she is calling someone to come get that little guy. Mom is fussing at us. Honest Mom, we did not let him in. He came in through our door.

Here comes a guy with a net and a cage. Promise this man won’t hurt that squirrel, mom. He didn’t mean to be bad. Maybe he just wanted to see what was in our house. Hey, why’d you close the door? Ugh! I just heard a loud crash! Hope that wasn’t another vase.

Okay, here comes that man. Look, the squirrel is in the cage. Poor thing. Nobody wants to be in a cage. He is shaking. Hey mister, let him go! He did not mean to break anything. He was just scared.

We are all standing at the door watching to see what was going to happen to him. Yes! That man took the cage on the patio and opened the door to the cage. That squirrel flew up the first big tree he saw.

Oh oh, Here comes mom. I know she is not happy about all the mess and broken stuff. Hey Mom, what are you doing. Aw Mom, no! Mom got a hammer and nailed our new door shut. She said as soon as dad comes home that door is leaving. Nuts!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Maggie Moosie meets a duck!


No fair! Mom said she stopped at the park today, between appointments and took pictures of the baby ducks. Hey! I like ducks, too mom. Okay, I know it is my fault. I promised not to do it again.

Last time we went to the park I was so excited. There were lots of people and all kinds of animals around. Mom had put my harness on and said we were going to take a walk around the lake and enjoy the day. It was great. All kinds of new smells. I was getting very excited.

We walked on the path. Everything was so pretty. Then I saw it. A great big white duck waddling across the path. I think he was going to take a nap in the sun. I wanted to go meet this fellow and say, Hello!

I jerked forward and the lease snapped out of mom’s hand. I took off at a full gallop. That duck must have heard me coming. He turned to look and took off back the way he came. I was right behind him. The duck was flapping his wings as he got to the edge of the lake. I was right on his tail, but he skimmed over the water and I landed with a big splash.

Water came up over my head and I started dog paddling as fast as I could. I came to the top just in time to hear that dumb duck quacking at me. I know he was laughing. Stupid duck. I turned to swim back to shore that that is when I saw mom and knew I was in trouble.

I swam to shore and managed to pull myself up on the shore. It was not easy because it was a drop off to the water, but I did it. Got out and shook the water off. OPPPS! Sorry Mom! I forgot you were standing there. I am so in trouble.

Oh Oh! Now what? I am all wet and dripping and now I have to get back in the car. Sorry about the mess in the car, Mom. I am dripping all over the leather seats. I promise never to do it again! Shucks! Dumb duck!!!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Maggie Moosie has an adventure


OOOOHHHH!!! Mom is mad. I don't care! I am just happy to be back nice and safe in my house again. My human brother Jacob came by this morning. Mom did not know he had left the gate open when she let us out. We all kind of stood there and looked at that open gate. Hershey & Chewy ran out the gate and I was not to sure about this, but I followed them. Jenny was scared and stayed in the back yard.

I was excited to see new things, but was worried I would not find my way home, even as I ran around smelling all sorts of new smells. Then I heard mom calling me and boy, was I happy see her. I run back home. I thought Hershey was a slow old lady, but she sure ran fast when she heard mom. Chewy beat everyone home. We are now lying all over the floor of her office and mom is putting a lock on the back gate.

While I was being bad today I noticed those big things you ride in to go to the vet were moving up and down the street. I have never seen them like that before and they kind of scared me. I had crossed the street and when mom called I had to cross again to get home. I was hoping none of those big things would get close to me.

Mom told us we were lucky because cars can kill a dog. Mom told Hershey she should know better because Hershey followed dad one day when he was working in the yard. Then dad crossed the street and Hershey followed him. Problem is Hershey decided to go home by herself. We live in a curve in the road. A little car came around the corner real fast and ran over Hershey’s paw. Ouch! Hershey had to go to the Doggie Doctor, but it got better. I bet that hurt!

Cars must be the big things. Okay mom, but if cars kill dogs why do you make me ride in one when I go see the doggie doctor? I am confused. Jenny told me the reason she did not run out the gate is because she was afraid of the guy from the pound getting her again. Jenny was rescued from the pound and she did not like it there. I don't think I would like it either!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Maggie Mossie geta a forever home!


Maggie Moosie and her forever home.


I am a very sad golden retriever puppy. My parents, whom I loved very much were getting divorced, which must be a bad thing and they no longer wanted me. They were taking me back to the house where they had bought me. Problem is that lady did not want me either. I was given to a neighbor who had just moved. She wanted to help Me, but really could not take care of me. This lady called someone she worked with the ask if anyone could give me a forever home.

A very nice person came and picked Me up. I really liked this lady. When We arrived at the ladies home I met some other animals that lived there. Another golden retriever named Jenny. Hershey, a chocolate lab and Chewy, a chow mix that looked like a big fox. There were also 2 cats, Katzilla and Fatty Cat. I soon found out they were all rescues too. They had a very nice house and yard. I knew I would be happy here.

I heard the lady taking to someone on the phone and was not happy to hear the lady refer to me as a “foster”. That another family would be coming for me in 3 weeks. I wanted to stay with all the other rescues forever. I tried to be especially good, hoping she would let me stay.

Three weeks passed and no one came to get Me. I was still hoping to stay. The nice lady said it would be a couple more weeks. Finally, the people were supposed to come get me called and asked how big a puppy I was then. Turns out I was bigger than what they wanted, so they decided not to come get me after all.

I was very happy, but now the nice lady’s husband had come home from a business trip and said I had to go. That they already had more pets than needed in the lady’s “zoo”. I was very sad and also was not feeling very well.

I got very sick and was taken to the doggie ER. The nice people there said I needed fluids and medicine. Then I was sent home. The next morning was Monday and I felt a whole lot worse. They rushed me to the vet. After lots of tests and shots I was sent back home. By Tuesday morning I could no longer stand or walk. They carried me to the vet. More shots and more tests. Sent home again, with a return again on Wednesday. By Wednesday, the vet said there was nothing more they could do for me.

By Thursday morning, Thanksgiving Day I felt like I might die. The lady had been sliding Me around on the big dog bed so she could keep an eye on Me. I could no longer swallow, so the lady took something and squirted water into my mouth and made me swallow it. She did that every hour or so, even when it was dark.

I got very cold and the lady picked me up and put me in her bed under the covers. She climbed in with me and held me close until I started to warm up. This made me feel so much better. I was glad to be warm again. After a few days of what someone kept say was intensive care I suddenly started feeling better. They kept giving me water and helped me to stand up. It felt so good the first time I was well enough to go outside. It took me several weeks, but I was getting better.

I was taken back to the vet for a check up and he said I had a compromised immune system, whatever that means and would need special care for a while. That who ever took me would need to be very careful so I would not get cold. Took me? I wanted to stay where I was. I loved that lady.

When we got back to the house the man there said to the lady that they had spent too much money on me to just give me away. I held my breathe as the lady looked at the man and finally looked at me and said “Well Maggie, I guess you are here to stay. Welcome to your forever home.” So that is how I got to stay in the home I wanted to and the nice lady and man became mom and dad.

Oh yes, I am kind of tall for a golden retriever so mom started calling me Maggie Moo because she said I was the size of a small calf. After a couple weeks it kind of became Maggie Moosie and so then I had my forever name too. I kind of like it and I love my forever home. I wish all dogs could find a home as nice as mine.