Homecoming

No homecoming is complete without Maggie punishing me for being gone. Mind you, she barely notices that I was gone. Her BFF Leslie was around and taking care of her all week, but my homecoming did inspire a stand up hug when I first arrived (it usually takes me being gone for at least 3 days to merit a Maggie hug). Suzie was close to wetting herself with excitement but we managed to make it outside just in time. She is beside herself happy to see me and have me home. She’s shadowing my every move and licking me every chance she gets (lovely).

I should mention that the housemates much prefer dealing with Maggie, especially in my absence. Suzie is the world’s neediest critter and as much as she loves everyone, she is most certainly MY dog and she is a mess when I am gone. Maggie, on the other hand, is her usual stand-off-ish, only-wants-a-moment-of-your-time bitch. Easy. 

Anyway, we got through my first evening home without a hitch. I tasked around the house a bit, fell asleep on the couch in spite of the licking, and I was lulled into a false sense of security.  The next morning I came downstairs to find this:

That’s right, Maggie stole Leslie’s prescription drugs out of her purse, chewed the bottle to pieces, and left them on the front rug for me to find – Thanks Mag, I get it, you don’t appreciate me leaving.

That very evening, in an attempt to curb Maggie’s other current punishment trends, I stopped at Target and bought a trash can with a secure lid for the downstairs bathroom. I decided it simply wasn’t worth fighting that fight, or finding more half eaten trash. So. Not. Worth. It.

And now, for exactly $13, I have peace of mind that Maggie is done with the disgusting bathroom trash eating disgusting habit and will now have to spend her energy thinking up new and unpleasant punishments for me… Welcome home Reenie.