Mags is fifteen years old. She is hysterical to go wherever anyone else is going, so ninety percent of the time, she’s in the car. She doesn’t care if you leave her in the car, she just wants to be there if you’re going out. She’s a travel loving dog. A kind of, “I don’t want to miss ANYTHING, dog. She really can’t see well but the vet said she’s too fragile to do anything about it. She is, however, still vicious, so we know she’s okay. When my son-in-law goes away, Deb is VERY carful with her, since she doesn’t want to be gnawed to death by an elderly miniature poodle.
Mags is a tough wee dog and the wee part is the good part. If she was a BIG vicious dog well, that would be a REALLY BAD THING. She looks sweet, doesn’t she? Looks can be deceiving and in her case…they are. She started out as a black dog but she is turning into a white dog and we all love her. She has nine pins in her hip/leg, from jumping out of the window in the van. Tough, like I said. Cute, but DANGEROUS and fierce. 🙂
Mags and Sadie (cat) arrived yesterday morning. All of my plants are in the laundry room, which is tiny, so it looks like a JUNGLE in there, and that’s totally cool but washing clothes is a complete impossibility. Anyway, things are going well. Mags is being nice, at least nice for her. She let me pick her up, pet her, feed her and take her out. She’s nicer than she’s been in a long time. Around 5:30, yesterday, she walked into her playpen and curled up in her soft bed. I made the mistake of simply WALKING BY and she started snarling, growling and snapping. Vicious Beast had come to the forefront. I closed the side panel (pushed them together, they don’t really close, but she thinks they do) and that’s all she wrote. She was fine this morning.
I have no idea WHEN VB will reemerge. She’s absolute proof that you can’t tell a dog by her cover, cuz she looks so sweet and cute and she’s NOT.
Sadie’s a cat…so she’s perfect.
A four pound bundle of viciousness. Sure, she can be nice and even adorable but that’s simply a ploy to get you to come closer. She’s smaller than the cat but filled with growls, snarls and snapping fangs. In this picture she’s laying on a hat that now belongs to her. She will guard it with her life…actually our lives, because if anyone tries to take it…well, blood will flow. You have to wonder how an entire family of humans can be ruled by a tiny poodle but it happens. She is sweet when she’s laying in your arms. She goes to work everyday and guards the truck. I mean GUARDS the truck. Anyone who would be dumb to try and get inside would be in the ER in two seconds. I think she has some kind of agenda of her own. She seems to WANT to be nice but there’s an inner struggle going on and nice usually comes in last. My son-in-law ADORES her and the kids know they are second to his tiny dog. She’s tough and they are bonded, even if she only comes up to his ankle and he’s 6′ tall. She was here yesterday and will be staying the weekend…the cat too. Should be interesting. I’m stocking up on gauze and alcohol wipes.
Vicious Beast without haircut. I like her like this. I have posted this picture before. She’s s cute all fuzzy.
VB (AKA Vicious Beast) had a hair cut. I like her fuzzy but she’s not my dog, so she has a very short hair cut and her face is so skinny:( She had a lovely bow around her neck, for Mother’s Day. I like it when she looks like a lamb. Oh well. Mother’s Day was wonderful. Great food, and cool presents. Justin made my favorite chocolate cake…OMG.
AKA Maggie Mae
I have posted this picture before. This is VB, or Vicious Beast…meanest dog I ever met. She looks cute, she weighs about six pounds and she has NEVER even seen a junkyard. BUT, she is vicious and nasty and mean. Oh sure, she can be cute, adorable and sweet but she can turn on you in two seconds. She doesn’t fetch. Instead she wants you to throw her piggy but then she guards it and tries to rip your face off if you go near it. She looks at her food, as if I’m feeding her poison, stares at if, walks away, comes back, walks away and then finally eats some of it. If you go near one of her beds, she lunges at you…I mean that in the most literal sense of the word. But she LOOKS so cute and cuddly, doesn’t she? Well, like everything in life…what you see is not always what you get. She is staying with me for a eight days.
She’s calmed down a lot and she eats better, now that Sophie, the cat, has moved in. I love to visit and hold her in my arms, baby style. She’s my sweet grandpuppy.
At groomers, after being blown dry. Frizz ball. All the green is off the bottom of her ears now. The kids have not dyed her again so that’s a good thing. She never cares what they do to her, so she’s okay with it but the color didn’t turn out as planned and she just looked weird. Having the cat has calmed her down a lot so everyone is happy but she’s still a Vicious Beast.