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.
She’s beautiful 😍
Thank you. She’s a peach!
Welcome Maggie May! You’ve wriggled yourself into a wonderful new family, and I’m sure you’re going to have your paws wrapped around Monica’s heart real soon. Love that song … and the story of how she got named. By the way, Monkey, too, had two names before I settled on “Monkey” — isn’t it great how easily these pups adapt?!?
Wait, Debbie, did you get another dog, too?? How wonderful! Monkey is a perfect name. I love how Maggie May now answers to her name. Paper Clip means nothing to her. It’s Maggie May all the way!! And Debbie, that is still one of my all-time favorite songs. I tell Alexa to play it often, lol. Hope you’re well!
It’s an adorable dog and I love its name and “his song.” I have two cats and they’re wonderful company, don’t know how I ever lived without them. I’m so glad you persisted .
As soon as I knew I’d be adopting Taffy, the name came to me. She’s Maggie May! No other name worked for her. Not even Paper Clip, as interesting as that sounds. I was thinking, this poor stray, and that’s the best name they could come up with?? She deserved better!!
What a lovely dog Monica, you are very lucky. I am sure looking at them both that they would make a nice set of book ends if you has sculptures of them made.
Actually I think dogs are like cats, they choose you rather than you choose them.
Thanks for posting an update it is appreciated, you look after yourself and enjoy your retirement as a recycled teenager!!
As for me being nosey all I can say is I must have inherited it from my late mother!
Actually, Robert, they look so much alike, I often have trouble telling them apart. I have to look at the ears to figure out which one is which. Maggie May has pointing ears and Oliver has floppy ears. Trust me, when adopting MM, this was not intentional at all. It just happened!
That’s nice Monica. I am a great dog fan I must admit, when I ran the railway station I had a box of dog treats behind the counter. The regular dogs knew where to find them.