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Journal Entry 1: Dood, I'm home!

Updated: Jun 13, 2021

Maggie's car ride home from the airport

I barked. The rain stopped, but still I barked. They turned off the lights and turned on the relaxing music, but still I barked. My parents probably thought they were ready for my homecoming, but they weren’t.

They didn’t expect me to have made a mess of myself in my traveling crate, but I hear cross-country flights are not fun for anyone. Or for me to have more energy than the energizer bunny and literally no off switch. And they definitely didn’t think I could amplify my voice louder than a megaphone.


They probably thought I would love my crate since the trainer I lived with for four weeks made it seem like I could go in and out with ease. Ha! Not! I hated it. And I let them know it ASAP!

I did pause my barking when they fed me and took me outside to play. And when I became mesmerized by the way mom moved her extra finger quickly against the bright light in her hands. I wish I had an extra finger. The furry things above her eyes kept dancing, too. At first, I thought she was trying to move them in rhythm with the music playing from the white box on the table, but if she was, she was failing.

When she started speaking she was still staring at the bright light in her palm, but my dad turned as if she was talking to him. I might have head tilted out loud while I wondered if I just got stuck with some weird humans.

“It’s common for pups to regress from their training when they arrive in their new home.” She paused. I almost barked. But she continued. “My pup barks all the time too! Hold strong and invest in good earplugs. You don’t want to give them attention when they bark.” Now I did bark! They looked at me and pat my head. So much for that piece of advice. But then the furry twins on her face started moving again, “you should get a second crate for your bedroom.” She finally looked up at my dad and shook her head left and right. I thought only my head could do that! So I barked. And mom picked me up. It’s about time she got the message!

It didn’t last nearly long enough though. Before I knew it I was in my crate again which was easily three sizes too big and not cozy feeling at all. What else could I do but bark?! They didn't let me out but mom sat with me for a while and at some point I drifted to sleep. But when I woke up and she wasn’t there…. Well, you can guess by now what I did. The room was quiet and dark except for one little light in the wall. When she didn't come I barked louder. I