Little Madam, Little Minx

There are times when Maggie exasperates me beyond belief, and other times when she is so endearing, my chest hurts.

Last night, we took her down to the marina for her final wee just after 9.15.
She would not oblige, so we ended up doing the full walk round the Avenue as well.
Nope. Don’t wanna. Not even a pretend wee which no longer cons us into believing she has performed.
If she doesn’t want to go, she won’t but she had been out about an hour or so beforehand and done her business. So we retired as normal as we won’t force the issue because all three of us get uptight which leads to a restless night and short tempers.As is the norm lately, I read a little before lights out and have finally finished my book by Nora Roberts. My hunches were correct bar the final page, which if I had cheated and read before I’d finished it, would’ve spoilt the whole story.

Maggie curled up behind my knees and was asleep relatively quickly. I was having weird dreams (not book induced!) about previous properties and our recent travels, so I was awake early and noticed Maggie on the floor by the door.
She must’ve heard my eyelashes move as her head went up, and I heard a single whine.
It was getting light, so I had no problem getting up to take her out. Hubby was awake too, so we both got dressed and have started our day early.
It was just before 6am.
Maggie was out of the front door like a shot. You may recall when we were on the boat we had quite a walk to grass, and even though we are now with MSM in a house, she still prefers to walk to wee. This morning as soon as the grass was in sight, she squatted her bot for a full minute and you could not only see her relief, but hear the grass sizzle.
We walked round the Avenue and it was surprising how many people were up in their homes, though we saw no-one in the street.
She performed not once, but twice, so the little minx had held it from last night.

Routine. She is a creature of habit, and her penultimate wee has to be around 7pm for the grand finale (and a full night’s kip) between 9 and 9.30.
We intend to ensure there is a grassy patch in the new garden.



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Little Madam, Little Minx

  1. They like to do it “THEIR” way.

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