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Spring Tease or Only a Memory

1/26/2016

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Well as many of you know I haven't been on many walks here lately.  Mom with her toe issues and the horrible weather we've had recently. Tabby cat would come in at night telling me of all his wonderful finds and exploits from the day. It made me a little blue and caused me to miss my walkies.

Today I fell asleep in the warm sunshine coming in the French doors and found myself transported into a late spring memory.

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This morning was my day dear furiends.  The sun was shining the birds were singing and the sky a marvelous shade of blue.  It really was a beautiful day.  (It could be partially due to the fact that my Mom/the prison guard had refused to let me out for my daily exercise time.)

I took my usual route down the drive and across the hay field and went down my favorite trail into the deep woods.  The burnt gold of the spent pine needles seeming to glow in the mid-day sun.  The whoosh, whoosh of the buzzards wings over head searching for their next meal causing me to look above.  As I was standing still taking in all the sounds of the forest I noticed the steady chirping of the frogs in the creek.  It seemed  spring had come while I’d been confined due to Mom's Boo Boo toe and the inclement weather.

I snuffed and sniffed with new enthusiasm my tail giving a happy wag every now and then.  I glanced back at my Mom, my tongue lolling to one side ears cocked and listening for her words.  There it is, what I’ve been wanting to hear, “Molly let’s go”.  That’s the ok for head down the path Molly.  I take off like a demon is on my tail.  I tell you pawfuriends I had to make up for lost time.  I ran here and snuffed there

I went down the trail and then looked at Mom giving her the sign I wanted to go up the trail to the creek.   She says, "O.K. Molly lets go".  OOOH I was having a truly wonderful day.  We walked and walked and I sniffed and sniffed.  I found soo many amazing,  interesting things to smell.  I ran and jumped over the fallen trees in the path.  I looked at the birds flying through the woods fussing at us for disturbing their forest.  The squirrels were doing their teasing dance from one tree to the other, flicking their tails knowing I can only chase them but so far.

I climbed though the brambles and sniffed in the thickets time having no meaning today;  the sun getting higher and the temperatures getting warmer.  Mom  takes off her jacket as we continue to explore my woods.  I find a fox den in my investigations.  It must now be out of use as there were no fresh scents to drive a little weenie dog wild with excitement.

Back onto the path we go having to crawl under dead trees that have fallen in the wind storms we’ve recently had, over other trees that have made their trips to the ground; this Dachshund jumping over the dead trees agile as a deer.

My patrol coming to an end, we make the trip up the hayfield.  I don't  want it to end, running to smell around this hay bale and the other ones too.   The grass in the hay field beginning to turn green once again;   making new places to snuff for the field mice that love to hide there.  We get closer and closer to the driveway going home.  I let out a little ~sigh~ Play time is coming to an end dear furiends.  

I run as fast as my little weenie legs can carry me down the drive, only stopping to pick up my little prickly  Gum Ball toy that I find under the huge Sweet Gum tree.  I make a mad dash, jump and twirl with my toy in my mouth, my feet barely touching the ground.  (I glance at my Mom, she’s got that silly smile on her face that tells me I’m the luckiest little Dachshund on this earth)  She tells me Molly you’re one crazy girl.

Up the steps we go and it’s not long before I have my lunchtime snack and take a lonnng nap in the sunshine coming in the French doors.

I hope your day was as wonderful as mine, even if it's just a memory.  

Love, Molly  and my Mom






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No Stormageddon Here/or the Glass is half full

1/25/2016

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The winds wailed and blew, the trees danced and swayed, indeed the sleet  and snow fell,  but thankfully we didn't experience the winter  Stormageddon of 2016. That's not to say Mom didn't buy enough food and provisions for the Apocalyptic ending of the world.  

Yes indeed my Mom is southern to her core.  If there's a storm forecast you can bet your last dollar Mom will be stocking supplies with the best of the southern ladies in our area.
You're not going to find her on the bread and milk aisle either my furiends.  No she will be located on the baking and meat aisles.  Mom's  never that concerned with milk, cereal, and bread as we always have bread and milk.

She's going to cook enough food for the entire neighborhood for a week.  That's right folks, we may lose power, (or not as we have a generator) the snow may reach the roof-top (or not as we live in the south) but, should a storm be forecast we're going to have enough food, snacks, and baked goods to get us through until the National Guard can make their way back to our humble home in the woods. (and then they probably will be invited to partake of our feast).

My Mom has been like this for as long as I've been alive.  I Molly always have a bunny or some Bison in the freezer.  Now I always have an extra bag of dry kibble in the freezer as well.  It simply goes with having one of these Mom's that's always prepared for the worst, but hoping for the best.  It's difficult to say if she's one of those glasses half full sort of people as she's always ready should the glass be half empty.

Here's hoping you missed the Stomageddon, and that your glass is always half full but (are prepared for those days that it's half empty.)



Love, Molly and my Mom



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Falls Over or Winters Here

1/19/2016

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For the majority of our winter months it's simply seemed like an extended fall.  The days warm with just a touch of a cool breeze.  Ahhhh it's been glorious, a hunting pups dream come true.  No getting too hot from casting to and fro for a scent, no horrible southern humidity to speak of, truly glorious.

That is until yesterday.The winds brought an arctic change to our southern style winter.The temps never made it  to freezing. A bitterly evil wind howling through the trees, cutting  right through the long-johns and winter jacket Mom dressed me in every time we went out the door.
 
Yups it was my worst nightmare come true. Winter has truly arrived. I myself being a thick coated, soft wirehair Dachshund love cool and even cold weather.  My Mom on the other hand, has water in her veins. Let the temps hit 40 degrees and she'll spend 15 min putting on layer, after layer, after layer of clothing and still top it all off with a jacket, scarf, ear muffs, toboggan, and gloves. Then of course she's not happy until I'm layered as well.

Today the high is forecast to be 29 degrees. Of course this translates to another day of no walkies for me. Mom has promised when the temps hit at least 34 our walks will resume.  ~sigh~  I'm remembering what winter is all about my furiends. Hurried dashes to take care of personal business, bunnies and field mice that don't get to be tracked. Scents missed, blowing on winter breezes that make our hoomans shiver, shake and rush us back inside.

There's snow, sleet and possible freezing rain forecast for later this week.  I'm sure that's going to be another day that I miss my walkies. I'm remembering all about ole' man winter.  I hope your winter is going better than mine dear furiends.  


Love, Molly and my Mom
   




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Something About Chewy

1/14/2016

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This could have been another story about another lovely walk, as indeed my walks have resumed and today's was lovely.  It was one of those rare and wonderful fall days you get in January.  The sky  with white clouds swirled into a beautiful milky blue.  

My story today also could have been about my annual vet trip. I love visiting  my friend Barbara, the veterinary assist at my dogtors office and, the decision to change my bunny diet to bison. 

No, today's story is going to be about a pup I've never met. He's a local celebrity here in Selma NC.  That's right it's never been my pleasure to meet Chewy.  I saw him on my local news today.  I knew when I saw his big furry mug he'd be a great guy to meet.  

Only Chewy knows how his life started and he's not saying, at least not to anyone who'll talk.  We do know at some point in his life he fell upon hard times and like so many other pups ended up at his local pound.  He didn't have very many days left on this earth.  His surrounding furiends in kennels nearby kept telling him keep the faith Chewy. Don't give up.  Some, talking among themselves saying, "I just don't know if the right one is going to come in time".  As all pound pups know, sometimes, you don't find your perfect human in time.
 
Chewy was lying in his kennel one morning contemplating  the mysteries of life. He  looked up and noticed a man squatting down and actually looking at him.  Chewy's ears perked up, his eyes brightened, he sat up  looked at this man and gave him a tentative smile. The man started talking, Chewy listening ,came to a decision.  He knew in his heart that this was his human and he wasn't going to let him get away.  Chewy started talking and he and his human came to the same conclusion.  They were meant to be together.

This my furiends is the true beginning of Chewy's story.  Chewy and his Dad got home and as every Dad does when they finally get home took off his shoes. It had been a long time since Chewy had a family, he felt he needed to make himself at home and make up for lost time.  As soon as Dad's shoes hit the floor Chewy grabbed one and started Chewing.  (LOL yups that's how Chewy got his name)

Chewy managed in one lifetime to see the worst and the best life has to offer.  I'm certain he's a very wise soul.

I Molly am blessed with a Mom that loves to feel the ground beneath her feet and to walk through  woods and fields.  This is the absolute family for me as I'm a fierce brave hunting doggy. Sometimes the cosmos fall into perfect alignment and we pups get the ideal human.

Chewy is blessed with a Dad who lives to have thunder in his ears, asphalt beneath his tires and the wind in his face.  That's right pups and peeps, Chewy is a motorcycle ridin fool.  He's been all over the US. He's  been to California twice on the back of his Dad's bike.  He has broken hearts and made friends all across the US. 

I guess the big dog in the sky felt like Chewy had been chained up and behind bars long enough.  He blessed him with a Dad that loved to travel far and wide and have a heart devoted  enough to his pup to never leave Chewy behind. Yes Sometimes the cosmos fall into perfect alignment.

Chewy has spent his life on the back of the bike with his Dad and it's been heaven for them both.  All things come to an end, be them perfect or not.  Chewy is now thirteen and has been diagnosed with cancer.  His Dad has said that Chewy is going to spend his last days (as long as his health allows )doing what they both have enjoyed all these years, riding their bike going where the road takes them.

Our prayer for you Chewy and Dad.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
and until we meet dear Chewy one day at Rainbow Bridge
may God hold you  and your Dad in the palm of His hand.
And may you have many more days with the wind in your fur and the sun on your face.  
We're so thankful  to know your Dad stopped at your kennel and thought  there's something about this dog.

Love, Molly and my Mom

You can watch his story here


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Molly's Mom and the Magic Pill

1/10/2016

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As many of you that keep up with my immensely exciting life, via my blog site, or FB page (all of us  connected pups are big on social media)  know my walkies have come to a complete halt due to my Moms Boo Boo toe.
 
Not meaning to rehash old news, (but more to make known to the new reader), Mom went to the ER and got medication for her infected toe. Mom gets home pops her antibiotic and  smiles a huge smile of relief.

She and I couldn't have been happier. Both of us thinking  that surely now in a couple of days we'd be back hiking the  woods and fields here in our little spot of country heaven.
 The next day after three doses of medication, indeed Mom and I were out and about exploring and catching up on two weeks' worth of  scents and sights in 1 hike. Oh yes my furiends, we were making up for lost time. We both knew there was magic in those pills, and to be honest there was at least  for one day.

There's nothing wrong dear reader in believing in magic. Magic gives hope to the spirit, and inspiration to the soul. It gave Mom and I a walk  outside on  a cool crisp winter day after two weeks of being trapped inside.

I went where my nose lead me with my Mom happy to follow. Both enjoying the exploration. We came upon deer resting in forest thickets, startling them into a burst of flight. The browns and grays of the winter woods a perfect camouflage for their wintertime coats.

Mom and I stayed quiet and still.  We  saw the small herd stop several feet away, watching to see if we would  give chase. After several mins they all relaxed and began to forage for food. Awhile later they slowly walked away looking for new places for lunch.
 
Magic is where you find it. That day Mom and I found it  first in  her antibiotic, and then we found it in the beauty of our forest and a herd of deer.  
 
Wishing you all a walk filled with magic.

Love, Molly and my Mom





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Mom's Trip to the ER/or the Boo Boo Toe

1/6/2016

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Well peeps and pups, I thought I'd post a report on my Mom and her Boo Boo toe.

I know our good furiends and friends remember my posting our blog about our holidays here.  I did mention my Mom and her Boo Boo toe kind of putting a damper on our holidays.

I failed to mention how serious it was, Mom being diabetic and the fact that it had gone on for 2 weeks. (The entire time of Dad's Christmas vacation. )

Mom had thought about going to an urgent care during Christmas but who wants to go to urgent care during the Christmas holidays?  This past weekend Mom called several urgent cares and there was a 2 hour wait at each one...

Today Mom called her doctor but she wasn't working, and all the other doctors were booked up. Mom called several urgent cares once again and once again a 2 hour wait at the 3 she called.

I could tell Mom was getting a little stressed.   Mom had decided if her toe was going to heal on it's own, (including a little help from Mom with soaking and massaging the infection out) it would have been well by now with this being week three.

Mom and I both  have an active and healthy imagination.  I'm sure you've all noticed this by now with our stories and art work. Mom had gone through many scenarios all involving dimly lighted exam rooms, unsterilized cutting instruments, and a doctor who's eyes  are filled with  an insane and wicked  gleam, just looking for a patient with an infected toe to split open.  (This is all part of why Mom doctored on her toe for thee weeks. )

I knew while my Mom had her courage I needed to reassure her that she was doing the right thing and that everything would be alright.  (even though secretly I truly with all my heart believed Mom's wicked insane doctor scenario was probably spot on)

So Mom called the brand new Emergency Room facility here and found out there was no waiting and what ever problem Mom was having they had the expertise and the drugs to fix it. Yup's Mom was still determined that no one was going to touch her toe unless she had lottts of good pain meds in her.


So this is the part where Mom goes to the ER and on the way out the door I give her the high five sign letting her know I little Molly know she's got this.  (Although I was wondering how well Mom with the Boo Boo toe and the doctor mashing and probing the Boo Boo toe were going to get along.)

Mom parks in the ER parking goes inside to noo wait time at all, goes into the exam room, which by the way is brand spanking new and brightly lit. After about a 10 min wait a pretty young blond lady doctor with a sweet smile comes in.  She gently feels Mom's toe, ask her how it feels prescribes Mom  an antibiotic, proceeds to tell Mom her toe should be feeling better in the next couple of days and to drink lots of water.  

I am now nurse Molly and stay by my Mom with  her Boo Boo toe and tell her see Mom it was all in your head.  Never mentioning that I Molly the brave hunting doggy truly knew in my heart of hearts that zombie's had taken over the ER doctors where Mom was going to get her toe looked at.  This will be our secret my dear readers.

Love, Molly and her Mom with the Boo Boo toe


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Holidays over or/We're back

1/4/2016

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Happy New Year dear furiends and friends.  We hope you all had a wonderful holiday season.  

It didn't much seem like Christmas with temps in the mid-upper 70's here in NC.  In fact Mom even planned a BBQ on the deck for our Christmas meal.  That idea fell through about the time the big Christmas Monsoons set in. I'm sure that one will be remembered as the Christmas Monsoons of 2015.  

Everything else was Christmasy though.  Mom did all her Christmas decorating.  It looked like a Christmas wonderland inside and out.  (Despite the green grass and the buttercups coming up).

  Mom of course did her typical thing of not being able to save our gifts until Christmas.  It was almost like the 12 days of Christmas, but not quite.  Dad got some much needed jeans, as well as other apparel. Mom got her much coveted software for her pretty pictures.   I of course got new squeaky balls every few days.  We had our Christmas BBQ inside due to the rain.  Mom and Dad binge watched "Person of Interest"on NetFilx.  It was a nice holiday.

New Years was nice and quiet as well. Mom and Dad finished the last season of" Person of Interest" and Mom continued soaking her boo boo toe.  

Yups you heard me right.  Mom continued her annual  tradition of either being sick or injured during the holidays  once again.  It seems as if it never fails.  Once  a year for the past few years Mom has either had some sort of bug or some sort of injury for the holidays.  At least this year she got over her horrible cold before the food preparations.
 
We don't have New Year resolutions here, as they seem almost destined to fail once you label them resolutions.  We have a list of things we try to do better.  I Molly am Mom's heart dog so that in itself means I'm perfection, but I do admit I'm a little over protective of my family.  I told Mom I'd try to give the people at the end of the parking lot (who may or may not be walking towards our car) the benefit of the doubt before I begin barking at them as if they were mass murders, hell bent on killing my family.
 
Mom and I discussed her list of things she was going to try and work on as well.  Mom spends a lot of time writing for me and translating my fantasy adventures to art form.   This means when Dad or I try to get Mom's attention we rarely get her undivided  attention.  Mom agrees that she might need to work on giving us her full consideration when we're talking to her.  

This New Year began as most New Years do...There were new babies born and loved one passed away.  Mom and I both agreed that we need to appreciate the ones that are a part of our lives a little more, and let them know what they mean to us a little more often.  
Happy  New Years,  and in case we haven't told you lately, we love you dear furiends and friends.


Love, Molly and my Mom




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