Tails of Maggie & Katie: Goose Down Races - Doo Dah, Doo Dah Maggie has discovered The Pillow.

Goose Down Races - Doo Dah, Doo Dah Maggie has discovered The Pillow

by B. A. Brown

Nice soft pillow, feels so good under her little head.

She used to like the lower left hand corner of the bed: she could rest her chin on the windowsill and look out.

Nope - now The Pillow is the best! When it is time for bed she races me to the room leaps on the bed and stakes her claim. At other times, she intimidates Katie - nudging, whining, face-licking (prelude to whisker-trimming, which is a whole other story: Katie is shorn of whiskers) until Katie moves off the bed. And a triumphant Maggie takes possession of the Prime Pillow Position.

I have to threaten dire physical harm before she moves off the pillow. She begins by ignoring me. She feigns sleep. She then stretches as though she is still dreaming. I repeat the demand. Then she graduates to smarmy "Oh please oh PLEASE don't make me move!" which escalates to shoulder-curling, two paws together, puppy fetal position upward look thru lashes "Oh please oh PLEASE???" and then the final ploy: fawning, eyelash-batting gentle hand-licking.

I remain firm.

Get OFF the pillow. NOW.

Little round-headed gentle puppy-like Maggie then gives me the doggy equivalent of the upraised paw, tosses a grumbled canine mumble "yeah? %!*$$ YOU!" over her shoulder as she reluctantly moves back to the lower left corner of the bed.

I scrape off the accumulated dog hair, pound and shake the pillow, fluff, and sink down onto my very own pillow.

I wake up, side of face and neck damp from maggie-exhale; my head is off the pillow, indeed half off the bed. Maggie's head and shoulders are fully ON the pillow. She is blissfully asleep. Innocent. Comfy.

I yell, shove, yell some more. Maggie grudgingly retreats. I flop back down on the pillow, breathe in a clump of hair. Get up, turn on the light, pound & shake pillow, remove pillow case, repeat. Some arguments - you just can't win.

(Maggie has chosen this month for her annual shedding exercise. Yes - this rainiest of all months. Huge damp clumps of hair are everywhere. On the floor, on every horizontal surface, on me. On my clothes. Floating on my coffee.

Maggie does not grant permission for her person to be brushed. Maggie does not allow herself to get caught in the laundry room, where she knows I will attempt to brush her. Or more horrifying, rub her with a towel. Maggie can back up, wriggle, shrug and slip out of her collar - any collar, any chain - in a nanosecond. Thus having freed herself, she runs immediately to the bedroom, mud and hair flying, and leaps upon the bed, gently lowers her head to The Pillow, closes her eyes and pretends to snore. Mom storms into bedroom, whips off the now-muddy covers, shoos and shoves Maggie back to the linoleum floor in the laundry room, washes covers, cleans out the hairy washing machine and dryer, sweeps and vacuums the maggie-trail, all the while forced to listen to piteous cries and agonizing whines from poor Maggie who is inhumanely being forced to snack on doggy cookies while she air dries) )

We all have SSID.

Seattle Solar Illumination Deficiency.

..... and now, more Tails of Maggie & Kate (ongoing stories, please keep checking back to see what has been added)

• Index to Tails of Maggie & Katie by B. A. Brown
• Introducing Maggie & Katie & Mom
• Maggie is on a Diet
• I really gotta get a life
• Maggie the Musician
• Anchors Aweigh!
• Goose Down Races - Doo Dah, Doo Dah Maggie has discovered The Pillow
• Good Morning! GAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK Bathroom Time
• Living alone.... It is dark. Very dark
• ar Mom has a new jok but I don think its funnee! by Maggie
• A Strange Occurrence
• Need a couple of extra dogs?
• Educational TV? pfui
• The Great Pheronome Experiment
• Some days, you just oughta have stood in bed!