An arbitrary selection of random experiences
December 2012
Shelly got our year
started with a “playful” surprise – Maggie. A two month old, highly caffeinated rescue puppy. One-quarter Black Lab / three-quarters
havoc-wreaking Gremlin.
Remember Gremlins,
the movie? Clever green monsters
that destroy everything. Chaos
EVERYWHERE…
Amateurs compared to
Maggie.
Here is an excerpt
from an early text exchange between Shelly and me (Maggie – Day Two):
#Grumpy: What do you mean, it came with fleas??
#Most_tolerant_woman_in_the_world:
That just means
she’s popular! J
#Grumpy:…And it’s burrowing craters in the
yard!
#Grumpy: So much damage. Soooo quickly!
#Grumpy: Must. Close. Eyes.
#Most_tolerant_woman_in_the_world: She can’t help it, she’s just a puppy! Isn’t she adorable?
#Grumpy: Did you see that it ate my sunglasses!!
#Most_tolerant_woman_in_the_world: Next time you’ll know better. When you leave them out she thinks they are a toy to play
with. Isn’t her coat just
beautiful?
#Grumpy: Leave them out?
Really?? They were on the
top shelf and the door was closed!!
#Most_tolerant_woman_in_the_world: See how resourceful she is! How lucky are we!!
Shelly says that
Maggie should calm down by the time she turns seven. So we’ve got that going for us...
