New Car and Black Plastic Bags

By Maggie Mae

Doggy blogger extraordinaire and soon-to-be International Correspondent, currently living with my human mom in the Pacific Northwest.

Hi all, Maggie Mae, here. I have been noticing some weird things happening around the house lately. Something is different. I can tell.

Here’s something weird thing that is different. We used to go for rides in a little car and sometimes my mom would forget the roof and the wind would blow and blow. I liked that. My ears would flap in the wind and I could smell all the scents, as we raced down the road. But now we ride in a different car. I don’t know why she got rid of the car without the roof.

In this new car, I have to sit in the seat behind her. I used to like to sit in the front seat next to her – well, truth be told, there were only two seats in the little car, so there weren’t really any other options –  but, anyway, I would jump left to right, front to back, over and over and over again. That way I could see in all directions. I never missed anything that was going on and I could bark at all the dogs, the squirrels, the people, well, anything actually! I didn't want my mom to miss anything, so I would bark. Yeah, that's it. I didn't want her not to see that squirrel.

But back to this new car. It is big. I am alone in the backseat and I am not happy about that. That’s not bad enough. Then she bought this weird thing that I have to sit in. It came to the house in a large box and she was really excited about it. I heard her tell someone that it would keep me safe, but it feels like I am sitting in a bassinet. She calls it a doggy hammock. What’s up with that? 

As if all this isn't bad enough, the other day she took a whole bunch of our stuff and put it in large, black plastic bags. She took a blanket that I used to like to sleep on and stuffed it in the bag along with some other things that I really liked.  Eights bags in total, stuffed full. She put them all outside and a man in a big, blue truck came and collected them. That is third time she has done that lately. 

I barked at the man – “Hey you! HEY! Get away from our stuff!” I circled and jump up and down in front of the window. See me? See me? I am fierce! Don't you take our stuff or you will have to deal with ME!

But he didn't notice me in my 'save our stuff' frenzy or even listen to my stern warnings.  He just grabbed a couple of the bags and carried them down the steps, came back for more, and then put them all in the back of his truck and drove away. Why won’t anyone listen to me? I make enough noise!

Now, I am hanging really close to my mom. I like to sit on top of her and give her licks. Whatever is going on, I am going to be right there with her.

I heard her say Mexico the other day. I wonder if that is where those black bags went. Anyway, I’ll let you know when I find out more, but for now I have a lap to sit on. I hate it when my mom feels neglected.

Until next time, this is Maggie Mae, Doggy Blogger Extraordinaire and soon-to-be International Correspondent, signing off.

Any idea how I can get my mom to allow me to sit in the front seat by her? The backseat is so lonely. Please comment below.

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