Life pretty much got into a routine at this point.  Mom and Dad would work for five days and then be home for two.  It was ok, but it got pretty lonely being home all day by myself. 

There was one particular day that was memorable however.  You see at this point in time, I was left out in the laundry room during the day.  Golly, I was 12 weeks old, so there were many things to keep me occupied during the day while they were at work. 

Well, on this day I decided to play tug with the wire that was attached to the ironing board.  Now all I know is that this board thing was very tall.  I had no idea what was on top of it.  Well, after a long morning nap Dad showed up at lunchtime and let me out to do my business.   When I came back in, Dad had to go back to work.  So I decided to resume my game of tug.  I tugged for what seemed like hours when it happened.  The ironing board tipped over, into a shelf that had glass jars and all kinds of stuff on it.  Then the shelves fell.  That scared me big-time and I went diving for cover.  Unfortunately the wire that was hooked to the ironing board grabbed me and held on. 

Actually it wrapped itself around my belly and my butt was hanging up in the air.  Less than 10 paws away I could see the broken glass and stuff from the accident.  Man was I going to be in trouble when Dad got home.  What to do, hmmm.  Well, I tried my nighttime scream, but to no avail.  There was no one within earshot.  I guess I just have to wait.

What seemed like hours passed with my butt hanging there in the air.  The more I struggled the worse my belly felt.  Then I heard it.  I heard the garage door opening.  At last, someone will help me.  But look at this mess. 

I let out a little “help me” scream as soon as I heard the door from the garage to the house open.  Dad was there in what seemed like a flash.  The door opened and I heard a gasp and him says something like “Maggie what did you do!”  He picked me up and got me untangled. I was so happy to see him that I wrapped my paws around his neck and licked his face.  I never do that mushy stuff!

Dad put me outside to do my business and believe me, after that, I was more than ready.  He then got my leash and collar out and took me for a walk in the woods.  Apparently he was pretty traumatized about this incident also.  We walked and Dad talked to me.  I can’t really say what he said because I was busy sniffing and wandering through the woods, after all I’m a puppy with a very short attention span.   From that day forward, I was Dad’s dog.  But more about that later.

My relationship with my Mom was kind of interesting.  She really thought that she was in charge of me, yeah right, she just didn’t realize that I’m Maggie and the only one I really listen too is Dad.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I really love my Mom.  She feeds me, takes me to the vet, and plays with me a lot.  She just needed to realize that a girl needs her space and really doesn’t need to be told what to do all the time. 

I guess at some point we came to a middle ground and I would do what she told me.  In exchange, she would give me treats and teach me tricks, which meant more treats.  Have I told you yet that I am a food motivated dog?

My relationship with my Dad was different.  For some reason I just understood what he wanted.  He really didn’t have to say much to me, he just had to think about it and somehow I got the message.  We would hunt together and just hang together.  It was really fun.  He taught me some tricks also, but Mom was the one that really liked to challenge my brain, and of course give me treats!

To be continued…