Silverwalk's Margie - Two Years Old

For a very short time, I tried to keep up a little note at the bottom of each blog entry about Margie, the Mutt Puppy/Dumpster Diver survivor.   I forgot.  Mea culpa. 

I alert you today, though - Margie's second birthday is tomorrow, June 21, on the summer solstice.  Of course, I won't ever know when her real birthday is but this is a good guess and I can remember the day.  For new readers or with memories like mine (a sieve), Margie Mutt Puppy was found in a closed dumpster over two years ago behind a St. Louis area Wal-Mart.  An employee was in the area, heard unusual sounds, looked all around, finally lifted the dumpster - there was Margie, so not ready to die and making sure someone knew about it.  Her rescuer, Margie (for whom Margie Mutt Puppy is named), redeemed her, granting her life.

It just so happened that this human Margie was a volunteer for my dear friend Debi Baker at Rainbow Ranch/Recycling Rover.  Debi knows I am a sucker for hound types; she also knows puppies adopt out faster than the seniors who tend to populate Silverwalk.  I was visiting soon after and Debi handed Margie over to me with the intent I would adopt her out.

LOL.  I had Margie a month when I announced at the vets' she would be my puppy.  "I knew it!" was the response of one prognosticator.   Margie learned to sit within a day or two at 10 weeks old, is house-trained (with the dog door) and most definitely is part Beagle and part Terrier.  The latest vote on the Terrier part is Border Terrier.  Margie has the drop ears and a spotted tummy perhaps from a Beagle but she has a wire coat and a tenacious personality like a Terrier.   And she can let the dirt fly digging a hole!  Stand back!

Margie's most sparkling attribute is her adaptability.  She plays with big and small dogs energetically.  If someone gets, as my friend Melanie says, "snarly faced," Margie is on her back, offering her tummy in the most correct form of "hey, I'm no threat - look!"   At the Home Show last year (2010), Margie saw Ricky, Melanie's senior American Pit Bull Terrier.  Ricky's eyesight was failing.  He stared in Margie's direction; he probably could only see fuzz.  She stopped, looked, dropped, and rolled in submission to his perceived authority.  With people, she was a bundle of energy, greeting children and adults with gentle eagerness and confidence. 

Here at home, Margie protects her turf (food, toys and hidey-holes) while negotiating the changing pack dynamics.  Margie is awesome, a treasure thrown away, then saved.  She brightens not only my life but the lives of anyone who meets her.