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Leave a bone for Maggie Mae
Nicknames:
Miss Mae, Magster, Maggie Moo Moo
Quick Bio:
Likes:
Her new life
Pet-Peeves:
being bothered at dinner time
Favorite Toy:
Any of her stuffed animals
Favorite Food:
Raw chicken and raw beef
Favorite Walk:
She's a lucky girl, she has a 37 acre farm to run on every day
Best Tricks:
Tell her "Circles", she runs in circles, tell her "Paw" she will extend her paw
Arrival Story:
Maggie had a bad start in the first ten months of her life. She was
one of twenty-two dogs in a southern Maryland puppy mill-like
situation where the dogs endured lack of food, water, and human
contact. The man who had these dogs also physically abused them.
The man committed suicide. Maggie was in the house with him for a
week until the police found him. The humane society came in and
assessed the dogs. Fifteen of the twenty-two dogs were in such bad
shape they were put to sleep. Lucky Ones Rescue came to the shelter
and prepared the youngest ones for adoption.
One day, I went to a pet supermarket to purchase supplies and saw an
adoption fair set up. When I walked down an aisle of the store, I
saw a baby's play pen. I peered inside. A dear, skinny, longhaired
pup lay curled up in a ball, shivering. She looked up at me, and I
noticed that one of her eyes was brown and the other was blue.
Well now, I believe in love at first sight. I leaned in and picked
up this puppy. She clung to me like she never wanted me to let her
go. It was like a sign, a plea. I knew nothing of her past. It
was just a feeling I had that this puppy needed me.
I was no more in the market for another dog than I was for a new
car. I already had a yellow Lab at home as well as two cats. But
the grip this dog had on me was intense. So I walked up to the
people at the desk and told them I had found my new baby. I asked
what I needed to do so I could take her with me that day.
I sat and filled out all the paperwork, never setting the puppy
down, holding her the entire time. I spoke with one of the girls
who worked with the rescue organization. She told me about Maggie's
background. I was appalled. I answered all their questions, pulled
out my checkbook, and wrote them a donation. Then out the door,
Maggie and I went.
My sister was driving that day. This was good, since Maggie Mae
still had a hold on me, and I was holding her too. I felt so sorry
for her. She had a pitiful look in her eyes.
When I brought her home, she acted like a little China doll. I
could place her anywhere, and she wouldn't move. She was in such
bad shape that I had to hand-feed her for a week. She was about ten
months old, a border collie-mix, and was extremely underweight at
only eighteen pounds.
After a lot of love and working with her for years, Maggie has
turned out to be my best friend. She is the sweetest, most loving
animal I have ever encountered. She never misbehaves, SHE'S
PERFECT.
She lives to please but never wants to be left alone, so we make
sure she's not. My mother watches her while I work. Maggie lives
on our thirty-acre farm in Maryland. She romps and plays with her
canine sister all day and plays with her stuffed toys. She is my
little angel. Now she is receiving the love, attention, and good
care she so well deserves.
Maggie no longer sleeps in a cold, wet, overcrowded cage outside.
She sleeps in a warm bed at night -- mine. She has her forever
home, and it's with me. It's been three years since the man
psychologically damaged her. But today, Maggie is finally at a
point where she struts with her head up high rather than slinking
around as she did for years, looking scared that someone was going
to abuse her. Each day she seems to get a little better. This just
warms my heart.
Now I talk to her all the time. She works on verbal commands.
People are amazed to see her capabilities from my voice commands.
She is never leashed. It has never been necessary for me to raise
my voice to her. The bond with Maggie is one I never had with any
other animal.
I think Maggie chose me! I guess it was the look she gave me when
our eyes first met. We connected immediately. When I saw the
neediness in her eyes, a feeling came over me that she belongs with
me.
Forums Motto:
I'm a survivor!!!!!!!!!
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The Last Forum I Posted In:
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
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I Was In The:
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Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
42856
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September 15th 2006 9:36 am
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Maggie had a bad start in the first ten months of her life. She was
1 of 22 dogs in a southern Maryland puppy mill-like
situation where the dogs endured lack of food, water, and human
contact except when the contact was physical abuse. From what I was told by the people who rescued her and neighbors, Maggie and her mates endured too much physical abuse at the hands of a unbalanced, alcoholic. He finally committed suicide. Maggie just happened to be in the house with him when it happened and was with his body for approximately 1 week before the police found him.
The humane society was called in, they took all the dogs and
assessed them. Fifteen of the twenty-two dogs were in such bad
shape they were humanely euthanzied. Lucky Ones Rescue came to the shelter and took the survivors and prepared them for adoption.
One day, I went to a pet supermarket to purchase supplies and saw an
adoption fair set up. When I walked down an aisle of the store, I
saw a baby's play pen. I peered inside. A dear, skinny, longhaired
pup lay curled up in a ball, shivering. She looked up at me, and I
noticed that one of her eyes was brown and the other was blue.
Well now, I believe in love at first sight. I leaned in and picked
up this puppy. She clung to me like she never wanted me to let her
go. It was like a sign, a plea. I knew nothing of her past. It
was just a feeling I had that this puppy needed me.
I was no more in the market for another dog than I was for a new
car. I already had a yellow Lab at home as well as two cats. But
the grip this dog had on me was intense. So I walked up to the
people at the desk and told them I had found my new baby. I asked
what I needed to do so I could take her with me that day.
I sat and filled out all the paperwork, never setting the puppy
down, holding her the entire time. I spoke with one of the girls
who worked with the rescue organization. She told me about Maggie's
background. I was appalled. I answered all their questions, pulled
out my checkbook, and wrote them a donation. Then out the door,
Maggie and I went.
My sister was driving that day. This was good, since Maggie Mae
still had a hold on me, and I was holding her too. I felt so sorry
for her. She had a pitiful look in her eyes.
When I brought her home, she acted like a little China doll. I
could place her anywhere, and she wouldn't move. She was in such
bad shape that I had to hand-feed her for a week. She was about ten
months old, a border collie-mix, and was extremely underweight at
only eighteen pounds.
After a lot of love and working with her for years, Maggie has
turned out to be my best friend. She is the sweetest, most loving
animal I have ever encountered. She never misbehaves, SHE'S
PERFECT.
She lives to please but never wants to be left alone, so we make
sure she's not. My mother watches her while I work. Maggie lives
on our thirty-acre farm in Maryland. She romps and plays with her
canine sister all day and plays with her stuffed toys. She occasionally goes under the fences and chases our cows! She is my little angel. Now she is receiving the love, attention, and good care she so well deserves.
Maggie no longer sleeps in a cold, wet, overcrowded cage outside.
She sleeps on a warm feather bed at night -- mine. She has her forever
home, and it's with me. It's been three years since that horrible man
psychologically damaged her. But today, Maggie is finally at a
place where she struts with her head held high rather than slinking
around as she did for years, looking scared that someone was going
to hit her. Each day she seems to get a little better and it just
warms my heart.
I have always talked to her since the day I got her. She understands
much of what I say, or maybe it's the tone of my voice or body language, but we have a connection like no other pet I have ever had. She is VERY sensitive, you CANNOT raise your voice to her, it really scares her.
People are amazed to see her what she does just by me asking her.
She is never leashed on our farm, she loves walking with me, she is the kind of companion that wants to be with you all the time, she craves attention from me and boy she gets it too! I feel so lucky to have her in my life - it was fate that I met her that day - we were destined to be together.
I think Maggie chose me! I guess it was the look she gave me when
our eyes first met. We connected immediately. When I saw the
neediness in her eyes, a feeling came over me that she belongs with
me.
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