Her first ride home. (And the reason I was late to our first APW bookclub!)
Also known as Maggie Moo, Moo, Goobies, Stink, Stank, Puppydawg and Babies.
Or Margaret when she’s in trouble.
We got Maggie from a rescue shelter whom I refuse to name because they are terrible. They mean well, but they are TERRIBLE. She was spayed, but not heartworm tested and came back positive.
We, of course, had her treated. But as we were giving her the pre-meds they prescribed before her treatment, she had a little incident in Oklahoma at the family farm. Somehow, out all the crap she could get into, she managed to find the one cake of rat poison that had been set out in the pump house.
So we had a month of vitamin K pills before we could get her heartworms treated. Lots of tiny pills shoved in cheese, lots of tears on my part because she’d wormed her way (HA!) into our hearts, the little sh*t.
Post Saturday morning emergency hospital visit that included induced vomiting, vitamin K injections and huge vet bills.
Ten seconds away from giving kisses with her stank breath.
We have also had to recently take her to the vet due to some…stomach issues. Three hours and $200 later, we learn she has some stomach issues. *sigh*
Maggie looks playful, but she has no idea how to play. You put a toy in front of her and she ignores it once she realizes she can’t eat it. She’ll gnaw on her fox with no stuffing, but just because she’s bored. It has a squeaker in the tail and it freaks her out every time.
Don’t even get me started on that stupid Kong with the peanut butter stuff.
Post Jethro grooming. She’s naked.
Jethro decided that getting Moo groomed was too expensive. So he proceeded to buy an expensive pair of shears and a Dremmel and then go to town. Two hours later, she had a lovely 16th of a inch coat. In January.
The best part was after doing her coat, grinding her nails down and then giving her a bath, she proceeded to hide.
We found her on the bed, laying on Jethro’s pillow.
I love her so much.