Most of you have already been acquainted with Maggie; 4G’s guard dog and Cowboy’s loyal companion. He got Maggie from his cousin, Paula, who raised Catahoula dogs in Louisiana. So yes, Maggie is a cajun cowdog, I know…funny (I literally just made that up) ha!
We got Maggie when she was 12 weeks old. Talk about cute! This dog had Cowboy’s heart at first sight and I love ANYTHING baby so it was all good on my end. As Maggie grew, Cowboy would teach her how to be the ultimate cow dog. Such as how to “load up” in his jeep and stay there until he called for her. He taught her how to pen cattle, how to track a deer etc. And I would teach her how to look cute when she wanted a treat, you know, the important things all dogs need to learn.
Cowboy said all along that she was strictly and outside dog and he did NOT want her in the house. He would brag on Maggie, telling friends that she knows not to come inside. He would tell me that over and over again. Okayyy I got it! You’ve taught your dog to listen to you…yay you. If he wanted HIS dog to stay outside, then so be it. Maggie and I would play along as if we followed HIS rule… AS IF!!
Most of the time when Cowboy went hunting, Maggie would be by his side. But there were times that she didn’t go and would stay home with me. As usual, before he would leave, Cowboy would remind both of us that she was to stay outside. Yes Sir… I will keep her outside, just as you reminded me 50 times before this! I will NOT let her in if it starts to rain….. NOPE not me! And then it started to rain and thunder AND Mother Nature was throwing cats, dogs, cows and horses our way (not really but there are times when exaggeration is a must)! NOPE not me, I would never let her come inside where it was warm and dry…EVER!
Are you kidding me?? It started to thunder and I opened that door so fast that Maggie came thru it like a bolt of lightening . There we were, all alone in the house trying to keep each other company and telling ourselves that there was not a thing to be afraid of. Cowboy would call to check on me and would ask how Maggie was doing? I would say she’s fine and had been in her doghouse. Speaking of doghouses, he built hers. It was 4ft tall with a slanted-shingled roof AND had carpet. He loved Maggie!
But let’s get back to the storm and the little white lie… I told Cowboy that Maggie had been in her doghouse…HAD BEEN meaning that at some point in the day or night I’m pretty sure she was there…in her doghouse…. just not during the storm. Okay, maybe that was a LITTLE WHITE LIE. In my defense, I was too scared to think rationally. Yep that’s my excuse. It’s not like Maggie would tell Cowboy, so how was he going to find out? Right? Wellll…he came home from his hunting trip, opened the door and Maggie ran thru his legs and into our bedroom to the exact spot she stayed during the storm. He looked at Maggie and then at me. I said “Humm, I wonder why she did that?” She officially threw me under, over and around the bus! Tattle tale dog!
That’s the last time I try to help her…
until the next storm.
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy