Our little vixen is growing along with her leaps and bounds and it won’t be long till she is able to pull from the countertops. The fence still intrigues her as in, “Do I go over or under??? The smells outside the yard are by far more appealing than those already explored!!!!!” Her indoor activity is lengthening as she sleeps less and plays more. The one that still gets me is her love of chasing the tennis ball but the bewilderment at the fact that it doesn’t run away after she lets it go!!! The game is quickly rejoined as a touch from a foot sends it on its way. The formation of the go get it and fetch it back hasn’t yet settled in but there is the beginning of it. We’re all working on her being a lot more selective as to what or whom she bites/chews on!!!! Sheila’s line is that she’s experienced at restraining children that are totally out of control at school so Maggie, you don’t have a prayer of beating the school principal !!!!!!!! Each day brings incremental changes in Maggie that are all for the better.
The weekend has brought us new tales/tails of this delightful furball who is impacting on us in ever increasing ways!
As we buy and place new doggie gates to corral this whirlwind of life, she has decided that escape has to be priority one! I think we’ll rename her Jason Bourne as espionage, subterfuge and death defying escapes are clearly in her roster of talents and any prize confiscated from its rightful spot or owner meets with a great chase, lots of tail wagging and zealous shaking of the head in defiance of the pursuers!!! Maggie's hideaway, our overgrown bush,with all its hidden treasures has been her place of choice since her arrival in our family and often has chosen that spot to express her indifference to any and all callings and pleadings to assure us that she hadn't got out of the yard or hadn't been eaten by a bear. Of course this allows for confusion as to her whereabouts as the pursuers, Greg, Sheila and Alana wait with less and less patience for her at the front of the bush (the hideaway!). The calls as yet unheeded become more frantic and anxiety riddled and still no Maggie.
As all good agents have, Maggie has a back door to her hideout, facilitating her getaway in the event of intruders closing in on her. As the day progressed, she found additional ways to shift the boards of the fence that weren’t reinforced and merrily went on her way to show off her prowess at seeking freedom. She had to show Chris, our neighbor that he wasn’t all that good at fence repair and swiftly exited our yard, scooted through his garden, into his garage, found his garden gloves, selected the tastier of the two and pranced just out of range of first Chris and then Sheila, all the while, with a twinkle in her eye, loving the continuation of the game!!!
The front doorbell rings, interrupting our supposed game and there, in the arms of our neighbour, is our smiling, still wriggling, panting puppy with a hint of a look that suggests, “Got ya!!!”
Upon closer inspection of the fence along the patio and where the overgrown evergreen bush hides any and all activity of our four legged friend, there is a gaping hole, persistently chewed away by those developing teeth of Maggie!!! Chris, smiling all the while as he returned Maggie, proceeded to re board the fence to close off any future attempts at escape. Confident that her enclosure was in fact now an enclosure once again, we returned to doing people things like laundry, dishes and returning the house to a respectable level of order. Maggie’s trail tends to want us to buy a shovel instead of a dust pan and a fire hose instead of the usual broom!!!!! :)
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