Have I mentioned how much Maisie amazes me?
Earlier today I was in the living room, sitting on the davenport with my laptop, and needed to move back to my “padded cell”. I had to bring my laptop and mouse, plus my phone, plus my tea cup, plus a very large pillow.
Let me backtrack a bit here…when I need to pack myself in pillows I have several that I use regularly and Maisie knows them by name so she can bring me whichever one I want as I create my “padded cell” – the red pillow, the small pillow, etc. Usually the very large pillow stays in the living on my piano bench, as I sit on it when I play, or stuff it behind my back or under me on the davenport, or whatever. But today I thought I might use it in the bedroom – I just felt I might need more padding than usual! (Scrubbing out the toilet – by hand – may not have been my best idea today!)
I couldn’t carry everything so before I left I pointed to the pillow and told Maisie, “This is the big pillow, ok? It’s the big pillow.” I came into the bedroom and of course she followed me, and as I sat down I said, “OK, Maisie, go get the big pillow” and sure enough, that’s all it took…she went straight to it and brought it in, head held up high (but not because she was proud, but because it was so big she would have tripped over it otherwise 😄).
I know I shouldn’t be surprised, she proves herself over and over and over again to me, all day every day. But I am so proud of her that sometimes I just have to boast! Remember – she was all-but-feral when I got her, having lived the first year of her life on a short chain with no training or socialization whatsoever! I had absolutely no control over her in any way and she was so much stronger than I was…more than one person told me I was taking on WAY too much, and that it was a big mistake thinking I could train her to be my service dog! But we’ve sure come a long way together, Maisie and me, and once again I have to say that there’s no way I could imagine trying to get through my days, or live my life, without her.
P.S. My dad had an amazing – almost mystical – way with dogs. I can’t help but think – often – of how much he would have loved Maisie, and how impressed with her he would have been!