Blogs of The Fast and the Furriest Dachshund Molly

Tiny Hoomans

3/28/2017

We pups hold in high regards those dogs that have tiny hoomans. Little hoomans are special creatures with exceptionally tender hearts. Their hearts are as close to a dogs heart as hooman hearts can get.

I've never met a little hooman in my lifetime, nor have I ever known a pup that had small hoomans. That is until I joined Twitter and met one of the coolest dogs I know. Adding bonus points to her coolness scale is the fact that she has two tiny hoomans. Yups that put her off the charts in my book.

I had lost my sight at the time I met Bunny the owner of the small hoomans. Mom had posted a prayer request about my vision and Bunny saw it.

(Bunny is the go to pup on Twitter if you're a pup wanting the Big Guys ear concerning your health problems). That's right you read me correctly. Doggie prayers get heard and answered by the Big Guy on Twitter. Not only did Bunny RT my prayer request but she added my prayer request to a huge list of pups needing prayers. It got Tweeted and ReTweeted all over Twitter from one end of the earth to the other. Bunny is a special pup to us Dogs of Twitter, and she's a special pup to the Big Guy as well.

Bunny and I kept in touch and one day as we were barking she mentioned that her little hooman heard I'd lost my eyesight and wanted to send me a gift. It seems Bunny's tiny hooman had out grown his baby blanket and thought it might bring me some comfort now that I couldn't see. Now this right here made this salty ol' dogs eyes leak a bit.

My Mom is a big fan of saying life is what you make it...I used this small hooman as an example and told Mom, "No Mom sometimes life is made more dear and special by an unexpected gift from a tender loving heart".

Love, Molly and my Mom

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My Gifts

3/27/2017

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Mom and I were hanging out in the backyard after a rousing game of soccer. We always take a break to catch our breath and have a chat after our games. I told Mom she didn't play a bad game for an old woman. Mom laughed and said, Well thank you Molly, you play pretty darn good for a partially blind pup. In fact your handicap leans the game just enough in my favor that I get to make a goal every now and then".

I appreciate my gifts a bit more now than I did before, and my definition of gifts has changed as well. Being able to see is huge gift. It's one most of us take for granted until it's gone and we are no longer able to see the beauty of a loved ones face, or a squirrel teasing us for a chase.

Another thing I've realized is a loving supportive family is a true gift. My regular dogtor mentioned repeatedly to my folks,"Most people never get their dogs eyesight checked out when they start to lose their vision. They say their dog has gotten clumsy or lazy, and let it go at that. The people at the Ophthalmology Center told my pawrents dogs who are diagnosed with SARDS rarely get their eyesight back, that I truly experienced a miracle.

I'm a pup that's been blessed with many gifts, I did indeed receive my sight once again after I lost it, but having parents that love me and are attentive to my well being is a true gift. Having fruriends that care and pray for me is a rare gift that isn't to be taken lightly.

Food that is good and safe for us, medical care, hoomans that play with us and provide us with love and attention, these are all gifts that some people and pups don't have. We pups and peeps that have loving and caring families need to pause during our busy days and give a moments thanks for our many blessings, and say a prayer for those who might not be as lucky as we are.

It's hard to say why some end up with their lives filled with love, joy and the best life has to offer, and others hunger for a crust of bread, a kind word, and a gentle, healing, touch. This is something Mom and I have wondered about many times over the years.

May we all consider our gifts and blessings and remember those less fortunate in our prayers.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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Life

3/23/2017

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We've all settled into our new normal here and things are going well. Everyone here at my house has let out a collective sigh of relief. There's not been any more getting up at the crack of dawn for an early a.m. vet visit, or trips to the big city to the bigger Ophthalmology Center.

We all like our routines and I most definitely love mine. After my morning stroll around my yard it's time to get my 1st round of meds and then have breakfast. (I lovee Breakfast). After breakkies, I hop in Dad's lap for my morning nap. My power nap takes about an hour and then it's time for round 2 of meds. I'll gaze out my window, keeping watch for any sort of wildlife that dares trespass on my property. Then we move into lunchtime. Ahhhhh, Lunchtime is another favorite part of my day.

Sure there are a few signs around the house that let you know things are a bit different here. Mom has tied bits of tinfoil to kitchen twine and taped them to places in the hallway and around the house where I'd bump into things with my bad eye. The reflection of the light on the tinfoil blowing around is enough to keep me from running into walls and furniture. My vision is considerably worse in poor light. Now days when it gets dusk Mom turns on a lot more lights. (Dad says our house is lit up like a runway at the airport... Mom just gives him "the Look") Plus I never go out of the house without my Doggles now. So all in all no big changes.

I still go on my walks through the woods and play soccer. Yesterday was a mole hunting day. I don't know many pups that enjoy digging for moles as much as I do. I can dig for what Mom says seems like hours. I'm an all or nothing kind of girl, and I put my all into mole hunting. I jump into digging for that mole with both paws!! I sling dirt all over. I end up with dirt on my back dirt on my tummy, and I definitely have what Mom referrers to as "gunk" caked on my face where I dig with my mouth as well as my paws. Yups pups life is good.

Life has its ups and downs, that's true. Mom and Dad have found out you can't dwell on the what ifs. Just as we pups keep our eyes and faith on our pawrents, our pawrents must do the same with God. With faith, furiends, and prayer, we get through the bumpy parts of the road one day at a time.

Thank you all for following along in this adventure I call Life.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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Thank you

3/19/2017

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My family and I are simple folk, with simple beliefs. Mom was taught you accept the cards you're dealt in life and make the best of them. You work hard for the things you want and get, and there's no mopping and whining when you don't get everything you may wish for. Another thing Mom was taught is should anyone do you a good deed, or show you an act of kindness you let them know how much you appreciate it. You're owed nothing in this life so you show your appreciation when someone blesses you with an act of thoughtfulness or compassion.

My going blind and regaining some of my vision has been a wild ride to say the least. It's highlighted the power of God and his mercy here at our house and quite honestly around the world. I'm a dog with an extensive social media range. I have friends on Twitter, FB and am a member of Blogville. Dear and Special friends kept me in their thoughts and prayers all across the Twitter community, Tweeting and RTing request for prayers for the restoration of my eyesight. Pup's and their hoomans far and wide in the Blogville neighborhood prayed that my vision would be restored. My FaceBook and Tanner Brigade furiends adding their prayers along with those of my Mom and Dad's that I might see, so I could once again be able to chase my soccer ball and enjoy the beauty that's all around me here in my part of rural North Carolina.

During every crisis, be it large or small, friends rally to one another to offer comfort and show support. With this extreme emergency we @ The Fast and The Furriest have certainly found out who our furiends are. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Bunny (on Twitter) thank you for keeping us on your prayer list for so very long, as well as everyone who kept the list going with all the RT's. Blogville Power of the Paw, thank you for your eloquent blog requesting prayer for my vision. All our fruiends and friends on FaceBook and Tanner Brigade, thank you for your prayers. We thank everyone in our social media circle for the incredible support you've shown us. We know you Twitter Pups must have blown up Twitter a couple of days.

We're deeply touched, and each and every sign of support is seared into Mom and I's memories and hearts. My family and I have been through some dark days, and you all were the bright light. The times our spirits were at their lowest, you were there encouraging us to have faith and believe. Thank you.

We'd like to extend our very deepest thanks to the kind pups that offered to pay my vets bills and the terribly expensive medication I'll be on for the remainder of my life. You two will never know what these kind gestures meant to my family and I. Our most sincerest thanks to you and your families. (My family and I are very thankful I have pup insurance that covers my medical bills and medications). Mom called and checked the day before my visit to the Ophthalmology Center. So we are thankful to say we don't need financial assistance. We truly do appreciate the kind and generous offers as they are a first for my family and I.

SARDS is an autoimmune disease. My body is attacking and destroying the cells in my eyes thinking they are foreign cells. I'm currently transitioning over to my lifetime medications now. (I'm on a human grade anti-rejection drug) Monday I'll be going for a blood draw and a panel done to check the medication levels in my system. Everything needs to be just so with this treatment.

We'd appreciate your continued prayers as there are more hard times ahead but we know with your love, support and the grace of God we'll make it through to the other side.

Thank you each and every one,

Molly and my Mom

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Training my Hooman

3/14/2017

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We pups have a close relationship with the big guy... Angel pups even more so. (You can ask Angel Foley about that over at Small Tales). Why she talks to the big guy every day, but that's an entirely different story.

A lot of people over the years have commented on God having a special place in his heart for us pups by the common fact that our names spell each others if you flip them. Well it's true. Each pup is uniquely chosen to go to the forever homes that get them. The hoomans never know this but we pups do.

I know you remember my telling you previously about my Angel Sister Penny picking me for my Mom and Dad, and the chat we had before she went ORB. Well there was part of that conversation that I didn't share with you then. Penny told me what special people my Mom and Dad were. How they'd never leave me and I never had to worry about them getting rid of me for any reason. That no matter what happened in my life time they'd be there to love me, take care of me and always make me feel safe. All of this has over time been proven to be true.

So I should have never been shocked when I found out the next bit of information Angel Penny told me was also true. Penny said, "That though you're going to think your Mom and Dad are perfect, they'll come a day when you as a dog see that your pawrents need to grow, stretch, and change a bit to be a better dog owner and person. Penny said, "Molly the only way hoomans can grow and change is with a bit of fire added to their lives. I think you're the pawfect pup for the job. You'll know when the time is right and you'll know exactly what to do to help your folks grow". (At the time I was a very young pup so I smiled, not realizing my angelic (literally) sister had just paid me a "back-pawed" compliment).

Dachshunds are a special breed and it takes a special kind of person to want to own one. We are willful, incredibly tenacious surprisingly fierce and protective, and if we love you we'll love you until our dying breathe. The thing about us sausage dogs is you can crush our hearts if you're overly harsh and aggressive. I'm going to tell you something about my Mom you may not believe, but if you know my Mom you'll know it's the truth. She's never raised her voice to me ever in the 5 years we've been together. Nopes not ever. She's also never popped my bottom...That is until the other day.

I know you all know I've recently gone blind, and then regained some of my sight back. Well this has meant that I've gotten to go back to playing soccer and a few other things that had to stop due to my not being able to see. I love chasing my soccer ball across the yard as well as sending it flying to Mom to chase and send back to me. I'm a very aggressive ball player, actually I'm a Dachshund so I'm aggressive and passionate about a lot of things.

Remember my telling you my Angel Sister Penny mentioning I'd know exactly what to do to help my Mom grow as a dog owner and a person? Well I saw the pawfect opportunity and time to "help" my Mom become a better hooman. I didn't let my chance pass me by.

Mom rolled me my ball and I went after it with every bit of ferocity I could muster. I mean I dove after that ball and attacked it like my life depended on it. (Actually I attacked it like my Mom needed to see a few things that needed to change in herself. ) The ball rolled into the shrubs and I didn't miss a beat, I started attacking the shrubs as well.

Mom screamed like a banshee (and said a few words I rarely hear as well). To add indignity on top of indignities Mom popped my bottom. Now not only did I find this terribly confusing, but I was also hurt that she would actually physically swat me, and yell at me. I have never in all my life seen Mom move so fast. She dove across that yard and grabbed me up before I could have blinked an eye. Grabbing my Doggles off my face Mom looked me over with those X-ray eyes that only a Mom has. Brushing away a twig that was frightening close to my eye Mom told me I was never to do that again. At this point I was still confused over why we weren't playing soccer, what the big deal was, along with What did I do that made Mom hurt me. (Though in all honesty it was only a swat, by the same token I've never been physically struck in all my life, so this to me was a very big deal).

So you see pawfuriends, The Big Guy sends us pups to our forever family's with a plan to turn our hoomans into the people we already know they are..It might take a bit of fire in their lives to bring the things to the surface that The Big Guy and we pups know needs to be changed, but with love and patience we can train our hoomans one day at a time. I forgave my Mom cause that's how God made us, and on this day Mom saw that she needs to relax and have better control of her emotions regardless to (in her mind my injuring my eyes when I've only just regained some of my vision). whatever traumatic event may be going on at the time.

Fire furiends remember to add a little fire to your hoomans lives. They'll never grow into their full potential until you do.

Love Molly and her Mom (Who's goal really is is to be as good a person as my dog already thinks I am).

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Thankful

3/11/2017

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It's chilly here in NC today and they're calling for snow. Nothing unusual for North Carolina during the early springtime. It was the perfect weather to go outside and play a rousing game of soccer. That's the very thing I told my Mom this morning. We had a wonderful game and we played until I got tired. That doesn't happen often. Mom and Dad say I'm like the energizer bunny. I keep going and going.BOL.

After I cooled off and got my tongue back in my mouth Mom asked if I'd like to go on a walk. I don't know who she thought she was talking to, I'm always ready to go on a walk. It's one of those partially sunny partially cloudy kind of days with a cool breeze. A great day to do anything outside as you're not going to get too warm.

Before I got my vision back my walks were much slower, more sniffs and less looking around. I truly did look around me with fresh eyes today. You do that when something you take for granted is taken away, then miraculously you get it back. Everything seems a bit brighter, a bit more divine.

As we walked down the logging road coming upon the creek I've always enjoyed exploring, It hit me how thankful I am for the truly little things. A game of soccer with my Mom and Dad, and a hike through my woods. Casting to and fro on the banks of the creek I was hoping to find an unusual scent to tell Mom about, but that wasn't in the cards today.

Walking on up the hill and crossing the fallen fence we made our way to the huge crop of boulders I love to inspect for forest trespassers. During a previous search I'd found the ancient skeletal remains of a deer. Another time I found an abandoned fox den. So I'm always hopeful I'll find something new to show my Mom.

It was another uneventful sleuthing event today, next hike I'll have something to bark about I can just feel it.

As we head back towards home I let out a contented sigh, I'm a blessed pup and I'm truly thankful for that. I now appreciate the simplest of everyday things as they're the gifts I realize I missed the most.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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Wonderful News

3/9/2017

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I told Mom she needed to start this blog by saying, Thank-you for all your prayers, love and support". You will truly never know how much it meant to my family and I.

My family and I are Christians, though not the rude and offensive in your face type. Faith and Religion are something that's been argued and fought about for centuries. Nothing truly good has come of that yet, though many lives have been lost and friendships ended because of it. Mom and Dad don't see the point in being factious over peoples religion and feel everyone's beliefs deserve to be respected.

That being said we'd like to once again thank everyone that said payers for the restoration of my eyesight. Our prayers were truly answered and I am one pup that received my miracle. You did read that right pawfuriends. Our prayers have been answered and I can see once again. My vision in one eye is very close to normal, the other eye is considerably worse. Mom says that's ok. She's happy with almost normal vision in one eye. My dogtor was totally shocked at how much my vision had improved. (and we found out that she thought my ophthalmologist was being generous in saying I had 25% vision) Yups you read that right too.

Mom had been thinking I could see a little better after the 2nd week of medication. She wasn't sure and she didn't really want to get her hopes too high. Mom hasn't seen a lot of miracles in her lifetime and was a bit skeptical. I kept trying to get her to believe that it was true, that my eyesight was improving . Mom was having none of it. She kept giving me my drug therapy and praying I wouldn't lose any more of my sight, though she did have it on paper that "in some cases eyesight was restored".

I became determined that my pawrents were going to listen to what I was trying to tell them They were going to realize I had some of my eyesight back. Mom couldn't deny something was different about the way I was getting around the house and yard. Plus it was simply undeniable, I was catching my squeaky ball much better recently than I had been.

It was early and still a bit cool outside Mon. morning. Mom decided she was going to put her suspicions to the test. She put my Doggles on me and went to the closet door where my favorite toy of all toys had laid dormant since my knee injury. That right furiends Mom got out my soccer ball. OMD!!! I was one happy pup. I started dancing around like I was a 2 year old instead of an ancient 5 year old. Which told Mom something right there. I saw my ball. We got out in the yard and Mom threw my ball. You guessed it furiends. I sure enough saw my ball and started where I left off a few years ago. I am a soccer playing fool.

Now don't misunderstand, I do miss the ball once in a while, and I don't always see it at times, but I can see enough to do my most favorite things, play with my squeaky yellow Kong ball, and play soccer. (and if you know my Mom at all that's all she wants. Me to keep doing what makes me the happiest)

There's the possibility more of my vision may be restored. That's a wait and see sort of thing. I'll be on medication for the rest of my life for this problem. My family hates that, but it's not that big a deal if I can see.

I'm truly one blessed dog. I got the pawrents that are perfect for me. I'm a dog that doesn't do well staying inside. I like the outdoors and I like being active, my folks understand this about me, I have people that pay attention and notice the slightest changes in me and take me for medical evaluations. Had I gotten most any other hoomans, I would have ended up a 5 year old pup with many years ahead of me to live blind. Not being able to do the things that put my happiest smile on my face.

So I guess you could say I'm a dog that's been blessed twice in my lifetime. The first time with my perfect family that loves me completely. The second time with a multitude of furiends, incredible faith and prayers bringing to pass the restoration of my eyesight. Thank you for your prayers as I'm proof of the power of prayer and that miracles do happen. I was blind, but thanks be to God, now I see.

Molly the not so blind Dachshund and her very relieved Mom

Here's a few pictures of me getting my eye Exam today. My Dr. Robertson and Barbara are the absolute best. They take wonderful care of me. My family and I love them dearly.

I told Mom to share a video of me having a blast playing soccer yesterday.

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Having a Blast

3/6/2017

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We pups are bewitched by social media. We can bark to pups in foreign lands, even watch our furiends hunting for zombies on distant shores thanks to Twitter and FacePup. The only drawback I see is the lack of opposable thumbs. We have that covered though as we pups have our pawrents to take care of our secretarial duties.

I'm a pup with many furiends. Sadly I've never had the pleasure of meeting them all... We bark to each other most days and we keep up with how all our furiends are doing. We mention each other names in earnest prayers when we find out they're feeling poorly. There are even pups that post a daily prayer list on Twitter, and Blogville for dogs.

We are many different breeds of pups spread across the world but united in our concern and love for each other. The thing that touches Mom and I hearts is knowing there are pups we'll never meet face to face that are concerned and praying for my eyesight. We thank you and appreciate it more than you'll ever know.

A pup asked me how I was doing this morning while I had Mom check my Twitter account. I'm doing great pawfuriends. I'm having a blast and life is good. I am blessed with more furiends and love than a single pup should have. I have pawrents that love me more than they love themselves. I have forest and fields I can roam to my heart's content hunting for squirrels or more fierce zombies.

It's a shame our hoomans don't take a page from our book and ignore the outer fur and trappings, and pay more attention to the inner things that truly matter in each other. We pups don't care if our furiends have long or short hair, if their color is black, white or blond.

People can't be united until they stop looking at each other's differences and pay more attention to the things they have in common. Peace and harmony isn't difficult to achieve unless hoomans make it difficult. Ask us dogs.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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