The Story Of Maggie Mae
Hi, my name is Maggie Mae. I am a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, not to be confused with my cousin breed the Cardigan Welsh Corgi. I was born in Oklahoma on 2/14/2012. I am a Valentine’s Day puppy; who could not love that?
One cold night in Oklahoma, I got frostbite on my left ear and thought for sure no one would want a broke Corgi. I was wrong, though. My dad, who was in Afghanistan at the time, saw my picture and he said he just had to have me. The next day, my mom contacted the people I lived with and said they wanted me, but the people said I was already spoken for. They offered my sister Teddy, but Mom and Dad wanted me!
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Come to find out, the other person lived in Alaska near where Mom and Dad would soon be stationed and she trained dogs for military vets. Once my mom spoke to the lady, she agreed to take Teddy and said I could go live with Mom and Dad. Although it was like I was destined for Alaska either way but glad Mom and Dad did so much talking for me to live with them!
So, when my new dad got back from Afghanistan, I was put on a plane to Alaska to meet my family for the first time. Sure, I was nervous being a country girl and traveling on a plane (for what seemed forever) to Alaska. My anxiety wasn’t helped by the fact that a gigantic husky broke out of her cage on the plane! Talk about terrifying! That big husky ended up being my next-door-neighbor in Alaska and we became best friends; she was an even bigger baby than I was and was really scared on that plane ride.
When the plane finally landed, my dad greeted me at the airport. He was silly sometimes, but he was a soldier in the army so he was very serious about my training. I was trained fast and proper, thank you very much.
Mom was not there yet. She and my human brother were still in Tennessee. They would join Dad and me in Alaska soon. Add in me, their only fur child and we were a family.
At first this new place was so strange: the sun seemed never to go away and there were all kinds of things for me to bark at and sniff. But then it got cold… and the sun was barely ever there at all. And there was so much white stuff on the ground, I needed to investigate. Snow turned out to be great fun! I could bounce and bite it and it did not hurt me. I loved the colder temperatures, but my parents tried to make me wear a jacket.
That did not last long; I did not like the jacket – yuck!. I just wanted to be outside au natural.
We lived next to a school and I got so much attention that one day I decided I would slip through the gate when my dad wasn’t looking. I was quickly apprehended by the military police and was put in the back of their car. Wow! I never been in a police car before. It was so cool! Unfortunately, my dad didn’t think so. He had been really worried about me. I got in trouble. As Dad was carrying me home, he even said the forbidden words: “Bad Girl!” Can you believe that? Yeah, I cannot either. Was that really necessary?
After two years in Fort Wainwright, we left Alaska and moved to Tennessee. I did not mind because I was with my family. Plus, we were in the car and I love car rides. I got to see so many neat things on the car ride and naturally, I had to let anything I could see out the window know who was boss: bison, moose, goats, cows -it didn’t matter.
When we got to our hotel in Whitehorse, Canada, (which was in the Yukon Territory) I discovered the best thing ever – a space to crawl under the bed. For those of you who do not know, it is the best place to sleep. I was so tired from all the excitement, I did not come out from under the bed till morning.
Everyone we met in Canada would tell my dad, “Did you know that’s Queen Elizabeth II’s dog breed?” I was royalty which I now understood was the reason people in Alaska always wanted to have their pictures taken with me. Her Royal Highness Maggie Mae – who knew?
The 4,000 miles drive to Tennessee was such a great adventure. I got to see British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, North Dakota, Minnesota, Missouri, and then my new place of residence – finally, Tennessee. (we were going to live near Nashville, the home of country music). I loved riding with my human brother in the back seat even if he did hog some of the space.
When I arrived in Tennessee, it was so cool how neighbors loved me at first sight – although they confused me with a beagle. Obviously they were not informed that I was royalty. Hmph.
Tennessee was so much different from my previous home. The sun came and went every day. The rain was different and the winters were so mild it seemed like nothing. Strangely though, the other humans would get so scared and would stock up on bread and milk at just the hint of a flurry. I still don’t get it to this day and I have lived in Tennessee for five years now.
Our 1st year in Tennessee, there were a lot of changes going on. All the furniture I loved in Alaska showed back up – I could not believe it! The second year in Tennessee is when my life got a little strange. Mom and Dad got another fur baby, but it was not a puppy. It was something they called a cat. I was not allowed to eat her food. Can you believe that? Even though my bowl was full, her food looked and smelled different so I wanted to eat it AND my food.
Over time I got used to this new cat, but then they got another one. I had just convinced myself that it must take two cats to make up for one Corgi when Dad brought home a third cat (the same day as the second one, no less). This one was missing an eye; such a strange sight.
A few months go by and I got used to the three cats. I even came to love them, but then one day Mom and Dad bring home three more! Like really, guys, are we trying to collect them all?
I thought their craziness was over, but boy was I wrong. I guess with six cats inside, it was a calling to the outside cats to come because somehow we ended up with three more. Now there are nine cats, and me. I have grown to love my feline siblings. Not enough to share my food with them; let’s not get crazy. But yeah, I love them. I have grown to see it is my responsibility to teach them the ropes of the house ( i.e. everything is mine unless otherwise noted). I now cannot see my life without them, but – Mom and Dad, take note – I don’t want any more. I suppose I should let you read their stories now, but do not worry: the star of the show has not taken her bow yet.
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