At the time of her adoption, Maggie was not our only baby. We also had Piggy and Toussy (short for Toussainte l'Ouverture). Piggy and Toussy were rescued bunnies from Lars' lab work. They begrudgingly let Maggie join our family, though, it was always clear from the get go who the top dog was. Toussy, our little girl bunny, ruled the roost. Piggy, our grumpy old man bunny - who is pictured above sharing some of Maggie's Eukanuba for dinner - was second in command, though Toussy was generally deferential to him as he was older and wiser. At the bottom of the pecking order came poor little Magdalena. When she first joined our family she was a mere 6-lbs, where as Piggy was pushing 8-1/2 and Toussy was probably 9-lbs. As they were both bigger than her at the start, and bunnies have very little concept for how things grow, they maintained their dominance over their doggy sister until their respective end-of-days. Maggie did not seem to miss them when they 'departed', I think they offended her rabbit hunting sensibilities.
"Say 'cheese' everyone . . ." This is Maggie (who did her best to smile) with 7-month old Soren, 26-year old me, 26-year old Lars, and 2-1/2 year old Petra back in our first house in Ypsilanti.
Maggie was a big fan of winter. She loved to toss snow around with her snout and roll around in the cold. In this picture, Maggie is 5-years old, Soren is 2, Lars is 27, Annike is 7 or 8 months and Petra is 4-years old.
Of all of our children, Maggie prefers Petra the most (both 5-years old in this picture). Maggie and Petra were babies together. When we brought Petra home from the hospital, Maggie was very excited to greet her. She waggled over, put her nose on Petra's newborn belly and nuzzled her. Then she walked over to Lars and me and seemed to say "way to go guys!" When we brought Soren home, she slowly got up from her chair and greeted Lars and me in a ho-hum fashion; however, she did not acknowledge Soren in the least. When we brought Annike home 2-years later, she did not bother to get up from her chair, instead she opened one eye to glare at us and then blew her cheeks out and groaned. I can't imagine what she'll do when we bring our next little one home.
In the shower at Bubba and Gramma's after rolling in goose poop. This dog cannot pass up a pile of excrement.
Our neighbor dog, Sam, attacked Maggie on one of our last nights in Ann Arbor. Fortunately, Maggie is short, so instead of getting her carotid he got her ear and ripped it in two. Maggie's ear has since healed very nicely, but remains forked at the tip.
Here's our Queen Bee these days. Aging and regal but sweet and kind. All she asks is for a soft bed to sleep in at night, a Lazy-Boy recliner to guard the house from during the day, and a little bit of grub every now and then.
2 comments:
Oh how I can relate to Maggie. I too enjoy a soft bed...long, lazy naps...and moving as little as possible. Please pass the kibble :)
Oh my. I loved the little walk down memory lane. It's hard to remember Petra being so little! We too treat Bonnie and Clyde like members of the family. They actually get bed space on our king size bed before the boys do! Maggie has one of the cutest little faces I've ever seen:)
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