Jennifer Lyon


Monday, October 23rd, 2017
Weekend Roundup

I really want off the Life Sucks train. We had a shock this weekend, but it’s not about me, Wizard, the kids or our foster dog, Maggie. Now let’s talk about something fun.

Maggie got presents! Youngest Son and his lovely fiance came over and look at the doggie shirt and two toys Fiance brought Maggie!

It’s hot here right now, so I only had the little shirt on Maggie for a few minutes, but how cute–and true, LOL–is that! And look at the bright, fun toys. Maggie’s still unsure of toys, yet she played with both of these.

And it other amusing news, so Maggie is timid and having some separation anxiety from me. This is all pretty normal for a shelter dog, but Maggie is also starting to really show her intelligence. Sunday morning, Wizard and I both left to do different things, and we left Maggie out of the kennel. We’re doing this slowly as, so far, she hasn’t chewed on the wrong things or done anything destruction. Now really quick I need to mention that in a week I’ve established a pretty clear routine with Maggie. When I’m going to take her for a walk, I put on my old Reeboks. I always wear those same shoes. I pointed out to Wizard that once I put my shoes on, she gets excited and noses her leash that is hanging over the coat closet door handle.

Smart girl.

So Wizard and I headed off to our separate things. I got home first and Maggie showed some stress-panting and clearly had been a bit anxious. This is just something she’s going to need to work through and understand we’re coming back. But I wondered what I’d find in the house. I really wish I’d taken pictures but I didn’t think of it. Here’s what she did.

  1. Pulled the leash off the door handle of the closet. ONLY the pink leash that I use on her, not the black slip lead that came from the shelter with her that Wizard uses. I found it laying on the ground.
  2. In my bedroom, I found she’d take my old Reeboks out of the closet, through the dressing area and dropped them by the door of the bedroom.

Neither the leash or the shoes were chewed. I can only surmise the Maggie wanted to be with me and knew she’d need her leash and my shoes to do it. I’m just guessing…but it was weird. I couldn’t find anything else moved. Clearly she had some plan.

Today will be a long day at a funeral. I’m just going to keep trying on my book when I can work :-)

So how was your weekend?

6 comments to “Weekend Roundup”

  1. Silver James
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      · October 23rd, 2017 at 8:00 am · Link

    Hugs on the funeral. Also so hard. As for Maggie? What a good girl! And yes. She identifies the leash and your shoes with happy times with you. She got them out for comfort and to show you that you’d been missed. Not that jumping up and down and wanting cuddles wouldn’t show the same thing. As you leave and come back, she’ll stop stressing a little. I know she can’t go for rides with you until the weather cools down but that might be something to consider in the future. Maybe trips where one of you can stay in the car to make sure she doesn’t chew wrong things there either. :) That shirt is too funny! And so very true. ;) I hope the shock wasn’t too bad. Good shocks are okay. Bad ones? Not so much. :(

    Hang in there. Write when you can. Me too. Off to get to those new words and hopefully finish of the dang WIP!



  2. Viki S.
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      · October 23rd, 2017 at 3:39 pm · Link

    I am so sorry that you had to attend a funeral today. It’s tough, especially when unexpected. Hugs to your family.

    I love the toys and shirt Maggie now owns thanks to your son and lady :). Maggie is a very smart girl. She certainly has locked on to you. She missed you.

    Harrison is taking a little bit out of a bottle but most from the feeding tube. He’s so tiny but so cute. I guess he forgets to breathe and every time that happens another 5 days get added to his stay. On top of that he has to demonstrate, for 7 days straight, that he can be in the car seat for an hour w/o stopping breathing. So right now he has a minimum of 11 days still in the NICU.

    I hope it cools down for you. It’s way too hot out there.

    Have a fantastic afternoon :).



  3. Jenn
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      · October 23rd, 2017 at 8:41 pm · Link

    Silver, the funeral was really nice, and we got lucky with minimal traffic. Now we’re tired.

    Maggie seemed to do okay today while we were gone. She was a little stressed but she had her toys out so that’s a good sign. We’re just going to keep working with her until she gets a home (or we keep her).

    Hope you had a good weekend and got a lot done today!



  4. Jenn
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      · October 23rd, 2017 at 8:45 pm · Link

    Viki, thanks. It was a long day but the service was really nice.

    Awww on Harrison! He must be the sweetest little baby. I’m sorry he forgets to breathe now and again. I imagine you’re all impatient to have him home, but also want him to be ready to come home. He’ll get there! Overall seems to be doing really well for being born so early. I hope Cassie is recovering well and your son is doing good. It’s stressful having a premature baby. But Harrison is worth it all!

    It’s pretty danged hot. Hope you have a great evening!



  5. B.E. Sanderson
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      · October 24th, 2017 at 7:21 am · Link

    Aww, what a good dog. Whoever gets her as a furbaby – you included, if you decide to go there – will be very lucky. :hugs: I’m glad the funeral went well. I hate those things.

    The weekend went well and I did finally get some writing done. Then yesterday went to pot. Today will be a better day. =o)



  6. Jenn
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      · October 24th, 2017 at 1:34 pm · Link

    B.e., we all hate funerals. It’s just part of life though and we’re always glad that we went.

    You made writing progress this weekend and that’s a win! Hope today is good too!



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