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The Fifth Day

4/28/2017

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All we pups have suffered through the no Mom days in our lives, those periods of mayhem, chaos and confusion.  We get through them, but they leave us altered, changed and a bit apprehensive.

It all begins innocently enough... A slight cough, a sniffle and then the next thing you know you've got no Mom.  She's lying in the recliner and no amount of staring, whimpering or even the insistent bark is going to move her.  You try your technique again hoping against all hope she'll at least give you some sign of life but nopes nothing.

These are the days every pup fears.  The Dad days.. (Forgive us you single pawrent/Dad only pups)  Here at my house it's my Mom's steady hand guiding the rudder.  Typically we flow from one day to another everything working like a well oiled machine.  Our routine is the same everyday with Mom on deck.  Morning potty time proceeds 1st round of pills, breakies for myself and Tabby Cat, a short nap time followed by my 2nd round of medications.

That is until we end up with a sick Mom.  Then it's every pup and cat for himself.  On no Mom days our lives are ruled by confusion and pandemonium.  I don't like eating my breakfast without my Tabby Cat.  Nor do I like eating breakfast before I go potty in the mornings..I must have my tiny allergy pill (followed by my bit of buffalo as a treat) before I have my large tummy pill.  You pups see where this is going don't you?  I know you understand what I'm saying here.  Our Mom's are the yin to our yang.

Dad's are wonderful in their own way.  Don't misunderstand I love my Dad.  He's the one that slips me extra buffalo when Mom says I've had enough.  He's the one who lets me play to my heart's content in the snow.  (Mom's always telling me I must go inside because my coat is full of huge clumps of snow balls.)

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I began seeing a glimmer of life back in my Mom the other day.  I breathed such a sigh of relief.  Slowly Mom began resembling her old self and not the coughing, nose honking, disheveled crone that had been inhabiting her body for the past several days.

Today the fifth day, I got my Mom back.  OOH myyy dogs I am one happy pup.  My life has returned to normal.  My morning routine has been restored.  Once again I have my outside playtime.  Oooh furiends I simply couldn't make the Mom move fast enough as she was getting ready to take me out to play.  While we were walking through the living room you would have thought I was a herding dog rather than a scent hound.  I started poking Mom in both her legs trying to encourage her to move faster towards that back door.  I didn't stop until we hit the kitchen.  Then I became such a wiggling ball of happiness Mom could barely get my harness on me.

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Once outside I had to lie down in the soft green grass and simply enjoy the outdoors as I waited for my nemesis the squirrel.  I'm happy to say he didn't let me down.  I think he was as glad to see me as I was him.  We played our usual game of him darting close enough to the fence for me to get a good whiff and me bark my head off.  It was wonderful fun.  After that it was time to dig for moles for a while.  I took a break from digging, looked at my Mom with "my let's do something different look".  It had been awhile since we'd taken a stroll around the yard looking at the flowers in bloom.  Mom was prepared for this part of our outside time and had brought the camera along.  I waited rather patiently as she got her pictures.  Finally I tugged on my leash telling Mom it was time for a short hike down Dad's brush trail.

Walking down the path we heard a huge commotion.  We'd almost walked up on a deer who'd made a shelter in the side of Dad's huge brush pile.  It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day.

I let out a sigh of contentment as we walked back home thinking about a verse to an old song something about, "You don't know what you've got until it's gone".  There was a lot of truth to that.  I looked at my Mom and smiled having forgotten the four days of chaos, and confusion.  The fifth day, I got my Mom back and balance was restored to my universe.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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Eye Evaluation #2

4/26/2017

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You pups are familiar with the old saying, "When it rains it pours" ?  Well the week of my vision evaluation w/my blood panel we truly did have a monsoon.  It rained like the monsoons in a tropical jungle.  Mom was pretty sick and thinking she was going to have to pass on going with me to the Dr.s and have Dad handle it.  Plus Dad's still a little under the weather as well.  So it did pour here on all fronts, literally and figuratively.

Luckily Mom was feeling better this morning and my family and I went for my eye evaluation.  We don't have the blood panel results back yet, but I aced my eye exam.  :-D  Yups the Prednisozne got rid of the inflammation in my eyes and the Anti-Rejection meds are doing their job.  The blood panel will let us know if the dosage needs to be adjusted or if we can leave everything as is.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  We pups are blessed to have the family's we have.  I'm thankful for my pawrents and the dogtors who helped me to regain my sight.  I'm thankful for my Mom who gives me my  med.s every day and watches over me so carefully.

I'm a pup who loves to play and honestly hates to be ignored.  This translates to my family and I play together a lot.  My favorite inside games all revolve around my yellow Kong Squeaky balls.  A few weeks ago as Mom and I were playing, I stretched out my paw to snatch the ball away from Mom, I felt my elbow hurting me something fierce.  I quickly jerked my leg back, sat down and gave Mom a look that said, Well that sure did hurt".  After a few seconds I resumed playing like nothing had happened.  This happened again a couple of days ago.

My Mom commits everything that pertains to my health and well being to memory.  Anytime something odd occurs twice it gets checked out by my dogtor.  You pups know what I'm going to say next.  That's right, ~sigh~ the folks had the vet take a look at my entire right front leg, shoulder, elbow the entire limb.  The x-rays told it all.  I've got the beginnings of some joint inflammation in my elbow.  My dogtor said with this getting caught so early it may not get terribly serious.  So I'm now on a joint supplement (Actistatin) for dogs.  There's the slight possibility that I may need something for pain if this doesn't do the trick.  We're not expecting that to be the case though.

Everyone here is breathing a sigh of relief.  Dad's feeling much better.  I got a good report from my dogtor.  Mom's feeling a bit better.  She almost slept all night last night.

Yesterday evening I knew Mom was feeling better.  She sat down at the computer and starting working on a picture.  I smiled, as I knew I didn't have to worry about my her anymore.

Nothing can compare to a dogs love for his family.  My folks talk about how much happiness and joy I add to their lives, but in all honestly we pups know it's a two way street.  Our families are not only our happiness and joy, they're our lives.  We were created to adore our hoomans though sickness and health.  Here's hoping after this my folks stay well awhile.  This lying on the sofa looking concerned is getting old.  BOL

Love, Molly and my Mom

Here's the piccy Mom worked on the other night.
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Spa Day

4/22/2017

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I told Mom we've never shared anything about my trips to the groomers.  Mom replied there's nothing really to share Molly.  I begged to differ.  Granted it's not as enjoyable as a hike through the woods, or even anything like one of our encouraging life lessons blogs we tend to share.

It is a part of our life though.  Especially during these hot summer months we're moving into.  If you live in the south we don't have to tell you it's hot.  Nor do  we have  to tell you if you're a longhaired pup most of the time that means a very short summer cut.  Yups Mom gets me clipped as short as she can without having to worry about my getting sunburned.

We took some pictures of my groomer, her new shop and her pup.  He's my buddy (we chat while I'm waiting for my haircut or for Mom and Dad to get back from their power breakfast at Hardee's).  It's just around the corner from my groomers new shop.

I told Mom we should give our furiends a behind the scenes look at my Spa Day.  Spa Day starts kind of early here at my house.  I have a few meds. I have to take, plus Mom gives me my bath, and combs me out (I don't really enjoy getting a bath at the groomers). After that it's off to the groomers I go.

Connie my groomer just moved her shop about the time I lost my eyesight.  I had gone to her old shop since I was a tiny pup.  Her move got me a little insecure.  I'm doing much better now that I have my sight back.  I even give her a tail wag when I see her now days.


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Mom says it's a huge deal when you find a wonderful groomer who truly cares about us pups.  I don't know anything about that.  I just know I love my Connie and she takes wonderful care of me.  She's always calm, and happy to see me.  She consistently gives me a once over to make sure she doesn't see anything that might be a medical concern and gives my Mom a full report every time she picks me up.

Mom has made extreme efforts to have people in my life that she trust to be as concerned about my well being as she and my Dad are.  We can't say enough positive things about Connie and we all think she's one in a million.

We often forget the unsung heroes in our lives.  It's a sad thing but it's true.  Connie makes our lives better.  She gives me a beautiful haircut every time I visit.  Mom and I can always trust her to be calm, happy and pleasant.

Connie this one's for you, thank you for all you do to keep me beautiful and help Mom keep me healthy and happy.  I'd like to say a tremendous thank you from the bottom of my paws.

We hope you guys have enjoyed your behind the scenes trip with Mom and I on my Spa Day.


Love, Molly and my Mom



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Our Journey

4/20/2017

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Mom and I were checking my Twitter acct the other day and saw a quote posted by a furiend we follow.  It said, "Not everyone will understand your journey.  That's Ok, You're here to live your life.  Not to make everyone understand."  We liked the quote as it spoke to us immensely.

This is where Mom and I have had some challenges during our journey though doggy social media.  We are getting better in living our lives not worrying how others perceive us, and not feeling the need to explain ourselves or be accepted by others.

We've been in the doggy social media circle for the 5 years I've been alive.  Mom opened an acct for me on Doggy Space the week she put her deposit on me. Over the years we've met all kinds of dog people.  There's the kind that are like my family, who love their pups with all their hearts.  There's the kind who rarely speak of their dogs.  Their conversations are almost always about themselves.  Then there's the kind who feel they must share horrific images of animals in frightening stages of neglect and abuse.

Mom and I have nothing against any of these people. (Though we do wonder how the latter sleep at night with those visions in their heads)  With Mom being older she's explained that it takes all kinds of people to make the world...and we shouldn't be surprised to see that spill over into the dog community.

By the same token it's been a bit of a struggle for Mom and I to find our niche in the social media world.  There are people that come and go in your online social circles.  Thankfully the people and pups that have hearts like my Mom and I's are still in our lives.  We are truly thankful for our social media furiends and friends.

That's why we thought we'd share this quote with you today.  It spoke to our hearts and reaffirmed what I'd been whispering to Mom all along,"Not everyone will understand your journey.  That's Ok, You're here to live your life.  Not to make everyone understand."

If you have feelings of not being accepted in your social media circle, it honestly doesn't matter.  It's only social media. What does matter is being comfortable in being you and living your life regardless of others opinions.  People are going to like you, follow you or not like you and not follow.

In my replies I barked out to a special furiend this morning I said, "The idea is to get through life with the scars of our experiences, so we remember the pain and suffering we've gone through to the end that we can effectively show another the compassion we understand they need." My quest for our niche in the online doggy world was filled with the common obstacles faced by us all in online life, acceptance. We learned if you have something to bark, bark it.  If you have a something artistic to share, share it.  

We all are facing the possibility of rejection with every blog we post.  At some point we have to take a breath and say "I'm here to live my life, and share my experiences.  I don't have to make everyone understand my journey".  Let the unaccepting continue to unaccept.

Blogging is a journey, let us keep our eyes on the road ahead, and enjoy the furiends and followers we have. Remember,(quote)"Not everyone will understand your journey.  That's Ok.  You're here to live your life.  Not to make everyone understand. (unquote) --Zero Dean

BOL  Molly gets off her soap box and says, "Well furiends and friends, this is Molly and my Mom ending this segment of Our Pearls of Wisdom  for today".

Much love and enjoy your journey in being you,

Molly and my Mom  






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Shrinking Borders

4/18/2017

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I hope everyone had a lovely Easter.  My family and I did.  I have a wonderful furiend who on occasion sends me a surprise gift.  This year they were the Easter Bunny.  :-D  My Mom and Dad are as happy to see me get gifts as I am to receive them.  BOL it's a win win when I get pressies.  My family had a huge Easter dinner and a nice nap afterwards.  There's a lot to be said for family traditions.

I've been barking to a furiend for a while now that my outside borders are shrinking.  Nooo BOL  Donald Trump hasn't moved to our little corner of NC.  Nope, I'm afraid Mother Nature is taking back what is hers.  ~sigh~ During the late fall, winter and very early spring the country side is my oyster.  Every spring, summer and early fall it's Mother Nature's Pearl.

First Mom and I lose our hikes through the woods and fields due to ticks.  We don't do any treks around the farm in the warm months. With the wildlife we have ticks are a real and serious problem.  Number two it simply gets too warm here in the south for any kind of outside activity during the day unless it's very early in the morning or very late in the evening.  Then our time outside is mainly restricted to the backyard, playing in my pool, digging in my sand box, or simply lounging about looking for squirrels to bark at.

It's almost time for my outside time to be restricted to the backyard.  Biggg ~sigh~ I don't know why I'm always so depressed by this summer ritual, but I am.


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As usual Mom and I will take mini walks down the driveway to the hayfield.  It will be too warm to venture much farther.  The cool of the woods in the southern summertime is small comfort during the sweltering blanket of heat and humidity that our summers are famous for. (The above panorama is a picture Mom  took of my hay field the other day).

I'll miss our walks through the woods and fields, and digging for moles in my yard; but as surely as the hot days of summer follow Easter here in my rural southern home, fall will follow summer and by and by my rambles will begin anew.

The borders Mother Nature closes during the spring and summer will once more open with the cool breathe of late fall. The forest and fields will become my oyster for a season yet again.

Love, Molly and my Mom

This is a video Mom took over Easter of me digging in what she calls my mole crater.  I say Pffft Mom give me some time.  I can make it bigger.



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No Blogs this Week

4/11/2017

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Mom and I had a discussion and decided due to all the unexpected appointments etc we wouldn't  be writing any blogs this week.  Sadly due to our unpredicted busy schedule we won't be able to post any replies either.

We do have one bit of good news to share.  One of the unforeseen duties Mom is taking care of this week is going to pick up my anti rejection prescription.  The exciting thing about this is it will be my first drop down in dosage amounts.  (Mom thought she'd be going to pick this up next week.  Nopes surprise this has to be done this week as well)

Mom has an appt with her doctor this week too.  Seems they have to check her A1C the week of Easter.  For some reason she was thinking Easter was later this month.

With the unanticipated responsibilities added to the busy Easter week we decided something had to go.  Sadly this ended up being our social media and blog commitments.

We wish you a wonderful Easter holiday and pray you are surrounded by the company of family, loved ones good food and good times.

During our Easter celebrations whatever they may be may we remember our saviors death and resurrection,when He  payed the price of our sins that we who call upon His name might live in eternal life in Christ our savior.

Love, Molly and my Mom



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Inspired to Greatness

4/6/2017

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Mom calls me her muse and inspiration.  She's called me this since I first came to live with her and Dad.  I'm certain a lot of dogs are the inspiration behind their owners efforts.  Just as some pups are inspired to become something exceptional because of their owners love and devotion.

My Mom's a pretty ordinary person.  She's a country girl, with a normal education, a housewife and retired.  I truly don't think she would stand out in a crowd.

Me I'm a bit extraordinary, if I do say so myself.  BOL ,but I can't say that anyone else would.  I'm an English Cream Soft Wirehair Dachshund that's simply allll doggg.  I love hunting for moles, chasing squirrels and playing soccer.

Now here comes the part that I've been thinking about.  Apart Mom and I are honestly rather typical, nothing really exceptional about us.  Put us together and we inspire each other to become something a little more unique.  I live for my Mom.  With her and God in my life I've overcome some extreme health and personality obstacles.

Mom lives for me.  She's had some serious health issues of her own since I've been in her life .  Because of me she's over come each and every one.  Love is the strongest motivation there is.  Trusting in each other and wanting to be there for each other is part of the bond that's between a dog and his human.  I am the pup I am because of my Mom's love and adoration.  If I belonged to another, I wouldn't be the dog I am today.

The fruit of our intangible devotion is our substantial blog.  We never would have become bloggers if not for each other.  Mom was/is someone who loves working in her flowers, cooking and having a tidy house.  Me I'm a pup who loves to hunt and play.  Somehow, our love for each other transformed the both of us into something new and all its own.

I shared my epiphany with my Mom.  She looked at me and said Molly I think you might have too much time on your hands today... You ready to go and play soccer?

Here's to changing our pawrents and ourselves into something different and unique.

Love, Molly and my Mom




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It Was a Great Ride Dad

4/4/2017

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I never knew Chewy Biker Dog personally.  As other canine's in my part of NC we only knew of Chewy through stories told and retold of his adventures.

Chewy's story started on Death Row in a dog shelter somewhere in NC.  Butch (who later became known as Chewy's driver) met him there.  They had a chat (what was said between the two only they know) but it was determined they belonged together.

Together they stayed for the next 13 years.  Chewy loved his Dad with all his heart, and he wanted to be where ever his Dad was.  That proved  to be on a motorcycle  a lot of the time.  Chewy looked at his Dad one day and said Dad I can do this.  Sure enough he did.

That my furiends was only part of Chewy's claim to fame.  Chewy had a mug and a personality that could melt the hardest of hearts.  Chewy made a few coast to coast rides in his lifetime racking up the furiends, as he racked up the miles.

He became known in many circles as "Chewy Biker Dog" including several with the Patriot Guard Riders, as well as other civic groups.  Chewy is a one in a million pup and his memory will never die.

This is a direct quote from Chewy's Dad  on his FaceBook page.

3 Apr 2017. Chewy's little earthly body went to eternal sleep a little after 1245pm today. Jo, Lindsay (Doc) Warner, Tracy Vester and I were with him. Chewy seemed OK when I left for work. He went downhill quickly during the morning, much like when he collapsed in June 2015. Jo rushed Chewy to Animal Hospital of Peak Plaza (AHPP), and I met them there. I could tell in Chewy's eyes that it was time. Pawrents know what Jo and I went through today and are now going through in his physical absence. I pray I made the right decision for Chewy.

The caregivers at AHPP took loving care of Chewy to the end. Chewy passed very peacefully with his driver laying next to him. On his collar, Chewy always wore a Fish (Alpha and Omega), a St Francis medal (given to him by the MeanStreet Riders), and a Service Dog tag given to him by David Cantara (Patriot Rovers). Chewy passed wearing his USO bandana -- we put that bandana on him Saturday morning. He wore that bandana to a Patriot Guard mission on Saturday, and to a Special Olympics fundraiser (Zuma 'round Town with Doctah Steve) on Sunday were he was surrounded many, many veterans and law enforcement officers. His last two days with us were doing what he loves -- riding and sniffing people and pooches.

The Rainbow Bridge is a wonderful poem, but I know it's not real. Heaven IS real, and there are references in the Bible that animals are in Heaven. I know I'm not perfect, but I know God and Jesus are real, and that Jesus gave his life so we can have eternal life. Because I believe in Jesus and what He did for us, I'm going to Heaven, and I feel in my heart and soul that Chewy is now in Heaven. As Scott Mason said at the closing of this segment about Chewy that was first aired in January 2016: "In God we Trust, with Faith, for the road ahead." Jo and I trust in God.

On Saturday night, I told my bestest, furry buddy who helped Jo keep me alive in my PTSD battle ... Thanks for having my six for the past 13 years.

I love you, ChewChew. More importantly, thank you for leading me down the path of your little ministry on two wheels and being a part of your adventures.
Lord, thank you for blessing us with Chewy. It was an honor to ride with Chewy to spread Your Word.

Charlie Mike "IronMutt"!


We in the Dog Blogging community tip our tails and lower our hats to Chewy Biker Dog and his Dad Butch.  We know you're waiting on the other side for your  Dad and your eternal last ride. RIP Dear Chewy. We'll see you guys on the other side.

Love, Molly and my Mom


Click here for the link to Chewy and his Dads Memorial Video posted on FB




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