By Maggie Mae
Doggy blogger extraordinaire and soon-to-be International Correspondent, currently living with my human mom in the Pacific Northwest.
Hi, Maggie Mae, doggy blogger extraordinaire here! I have so much to tell you!
Today, Ally, that little brown dog, came back to my house again. It appears she isn’t leaving because her bed came with, as well as her favorite blanket and a doggy bowl. I used to think she was coming to stay forever, but it never is forever. She comes and then she goes.
I must admit I get a bit jealous when the little brown dog comes to stay. I watch her when she moves around the house and if she tries to sit too close to my mom, I sneak in between them. I am pretty clever that way.
But, truth be told, I love when she comes to visit. We run in and out of the doggy door, bark at anything that moves and when no one is looking I like to snuggle with her.
Today I was telling her about Mexico.
“My mom said we were moving to Mexico."
"Yeah, and she already took me there!"
"She did?" Ally questioned. "When?"
"Yesterday. Here follow me!"
I led Ally to the back room where that large, hard paper thing sits that my mom had shown me. "Here we are! Mexico!"
Ally just stared at me. “What in the world are you talking about? This is not Mexico. I know Mexico. I am a Chihuahua. Well, part. I am really a Chiweenie, part Chihuahua and part weiner dog. Mexico is in my blood and this is NOT Mexico!"
My head whipped around so fast that my collar circled my neck three times before coming to a stop. "What? This is NOT Mexico??? My mom pointed to this yesterday and said, This is Mexico."
'No, my little, white, furry friend. This is a map that shows you where Mexico is located. It is not Mexico."
I thought I was going to pass out from the racing thoughts and questions circling in my head.
"What can you tell me about Mexico, Ally? What do you know about it? What? What? Tell me!"
"Well, it is a faraway land. My dogs come from the State of Chihuahua to the north. The people there talk in a language called Spanish. You won't understand them. There are mountains, beaches, deserts and jungles. And the food is very different. But the people are really nice. I think you will like it."
"That all sounds OK, as long as I am with my mom. But I wonder where we will live in Mexico. Will I bring my bed with? What will I eat? And my favorite toys!?!? MY BLANKET!!! Oh...so many questions! SO MANY QUESTIONS! I am feeling faint. Whooooa. Circling head. Circling head. I think I need to lay down for a while. This has all been so much for me."
Mexicooo. Mexxxicoooo ... a far away land, a far away land...a far... away ... land. Far, far away. I felt as I was slipping out of reality and beginning to lose consciousness.
"Maggie, you are being a bit of a drama queen. Take a deep breath and settle down. Come on, let's go cuddle. It will make you feel better. Don't worry my friend. Over time I will tell you what I know about Mexico and I bet your mom will tell you more too, in time."
Ally gently guided me to the sofa and told me to join her in the pile of soft blankets. "Lay down here and I will give you a puppy hug. I love you my friend."
"I love you too, Ally. I am so glad you are my friend."
And after some time, we fell asleep and together we dreamed of a land far, far away called Mexico.
What would you tell Maggie about Mexico to reassure her? Please leave your comments below.
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