Getting Fixed.

Maggie was spayed on Tuesday.........She was a sad sight when I picked her up from the SPCA. She still had the goopy stuff on her eyes, so it looked like she had been crying....I am telling you it was the sadest sight I have ever seen.There was kitties all over the place and she could have cared less. I took her outside and she wanted to get in the first car she came too.....I opened the door and she hoped in and that was it. She was out. She laid across the middle and put her head on my lap. We stopped and picked up Logan and his dad's and she was still unmoved. When we got home, she refused to get out of the car, Logan had to pick her up. As soon as she hit the ground, she puked twice. We took her inside and she got right up on the couch and slept. She eventually went into her crate on her own and slept most of the night.

The next day she was back to normal ;-) she wants to play so bad but we are trying to keep her calm, which for a 5 month old lab/retriever puppy, is near impossible!

This one is for you Paul...

Paul was kind enough to pint out that I have not updated my blog in about a month, so this one's for you, I hope you reading! ;-)

Maggie has had a hell of a month. The first is the runaway incident. Logan was up at his dad's working on our cabinets a few weeks ago and Maggie and I decided to take a Little walk. We got about 4 blocks away before tragedy happened. We reached a corner and as we got there a small child (about 7 years old) came flying down the sidewalk on a scooter and in his valiant attempt to dodge me and the dog, he crashed. When his scooter hit the ground it scared Maggie and she pulled the leash right out of my hand. She is generally a good walker and doesn't do a lot of pulling, so I wasn't expecting it. She TOOK OFF! there was no catching her. I was running and two guys at the end of the block joined in the pursuit. I got to the first corner and they she had gone up 9th Street (our street) but they lost her. I thanked them through my tears and kept running. I got to the house, and she was nowhere to be found. I was thinking to myself there is a puppy running the streets with a leash attached to her on a busy Saturday SOMEONE must be smart enough to put two and two together right? After about 15 minutes and a bought of hysteria, I called Logan. I did my best to sound calm, but I know he could tell I was freaking out, he told me to hang tight and he was on his way. About five minutes went by and I was walking around the house and talking to the gas station guy, asking if he had seen her, I heard it.....the sweetest whimper. I took off towards the back yard, and there she was. She had crawled under the one high spot in the fence (after crawling through something dead!) and had gotten her leash tangled around the lawn mower. I unwrapped her, called Logan, and brought her in the house.

She was visibly shaken by the whole ordeal. This was not a "ha ha I got away from you" the was a "crap...where did mommy go?" It took about 2 days to get her to get off the front porch again, and now after about 3 weeks she is getting back to normal. She still won't go for walks more than a block away, and she is a lot more skid dish when seeing people, but hopefully she will recover. Logan and I are working hard to have her overcome her fears. I don't want her to be a "Fraidy-dog" that we can't take anywhere!