So last week an esteemed colleague who also goes by the name, Robert, left me the following comment:
“Monica, I see you now have Maggie May, are there pictures? How did you get her? All these questions, the other thing you get with retirement is that you become more nosey!!?”
Now, I assume Robert, aka, esteemed colleague, means he is the one who has become more nosey, for he’s rather curious. But here goes:
Right after the Pandemic of 2020 began, when there was no toilet paper or hand sanitizer to be found anywhere, I decided it was time to adopt a new dog.
I searched the Pet Finder website tirelessly. Round the clock, day and night. Maggie was a two-year-old stray, looking rather gaunt. She’d been found on the streets by the Humane Society and they took her in. As they are not very creative when it comes to naming dogs, they named her something like Paper Clip.
A kind woman who volunteered for a Rescue Home found her there and took Paper Clip to her home. The friendly woman renamed her, now calling her Taffy and made a video of herself with Taffy on her lap. Taffy was very loving and nuzzled the kind woman’s hands.
I saw the video and decided I’d like to meet Taffy, but when I spoke to the soft-hearted woman, she said a married couple was on their way over to adopt Taffy. Better luck next time, she said to me as she hung up the phone. “Call me if they don’t take her!” I shouted back as she hung up, not sure that she’d heard me.
The next day, the kind woman phoned me and explained that it didn’t work out with the couple as she didn’t like something about them and the husband was asking too many questions as a certain Robert is inclined to do. The lovely woman then said, if I was interested in Taffy I should come by straight away.
Bright and early the next morning I was on the kind woman’s front door step. Yada yada yada, Taffy came home with me, crying all the way in the car and pacing too. When we arrived home, with Oliver along for the ride, I named the new dog Maggie May after this song:
Wake up, Maggie, I think I got somethin’ to say to you
It’s late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I’m being used
Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and that’s what really hurts.
It took Maggie time to adjust to her new home. It took me time, too. Let’s just say that as a stray, she was never potty trained.
Thankfully, she is today and she’s quite a love. Maggie May is now three years old and enjoys cuddling and snuggling on my lap. She’s as gentle as a lamb and her hair is soft and sweet to the touch. She loves to follow me around, and Oliver and Maggie May get along famously. Sometimes they even play together. And they ALWAYS bark on cue. ALWAYS.
And to tell you the truth, I kind of like it this way. So there. That’s the story and that’s the end of it.