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Memorial Day Tales and Tails

5/25/2017

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Drat's Molly said crossly, as she unwads another crumpled Post It note.  "Now where is Hobo Hudsons, @ News and Tales Internet Tube Code? (click Hobo's Name to visit his blog)  I know I have it here somewhere, "  Dumping a collection of books and papers onto the floor, She muttered, "It's almost Memorial Day and I want to find out what this holiday is all about.  I know this is the first weekend of summer.  I know Mom and Dad will be cooking out on the grill and they'll watch fireworks, but I want to understand what it's all really about."  Letting out a long sigh, she looked down at a sunbeam lighting the path straight to (you guessed it) Hobo's Internet Tube address.  "Yippiee!", Molly said.  While Mom and Dad are at the garden shop I can scoot though the tubes to Hobo's House.   He can send me back in time so I can learn about Memorial Day!  (If anyone knows how to time travel it's Hobo Hudson.)

Jumping up in the desk chair Molly starts typing numbers into the computer keyboard.  The monitor began flashing giving Molly the all clear to jump through the monitor anddd fall on her face right in front of her legendary furiend Hobo.

Looking up from counting his biscuits (Hobo made a fortune in the Bone Market) and amassed a small fortune branching out in the fashion market with his own designer jean label.  Hobo chuckled and said, "Why Molly this is a pleasant surprise, what brings you by?"  Red faced, Molly straightened herself up, and shoved a lock of hair out of her eyes.

Replying Molly said, "Hobo, you are the wisest and most knowledgeable pup I know.  I need you to send me back in time through your Internet tubes.".  Looking at Molly Hobo rubs his chin, arches one brow and says, "Well Molly I was looking through my Internet tube codes I can I surely send you back in time.  Where would you like to go?"

Sitting down Molly said, "Hobo I want to go to the first Memorial Day.  I want to understand more about this holiday."  Looking at Molly Hobo nodded his head sagely saying, "Molly you're growing up young friend, and wanting to understand more about what's going on around you.  I'll send you back to the first Memorial Day, but you only have 1 hour in the time tube.  At the end of the hour you'll find yourself back safely in your pawrents home. 

Now you understand this trip back in time is going to cost you some biscuits."  Molly pulled out her 5 doggy biscuits she'd saved for an emergency, she looked down at them, then looked at her furiend.  Saying,'Hobo, I have 5 biscuits.  Is that enough?"  More than enough Molly, stick a couple of those biscuits back in your pocket.  It's going to be a long trip back in time.  Step here by the computer.".  Hobo said.

Molly steps close to the computer.  Hobo looks though his Internet tube codes.  Rubbing his eyes glasses askew, he begins punching number keys on his computers keyboard.  The monitor begins flashing the lights dim , faintly as if in the distance Molly hears Hobo's voice saying, "Remember Molly you only have an hour".

Feeling almost drugged as if waking from a deep sleep Molly hears a band playing.  Looking up she can't believe her eyes.  She says, "It worked!!  Hobo's time tubes really work!!"  Eagerly making her way through the crowds Molly stops a few feet away from the stage.

Picking up a newspaper lying on the ground Molly looks at the date.  It was May 30, 1868.  The speaker was paying tribute to all the fallen soldiers who had given their lives for our freedom.  Looking at the miles of gravestones she saw what seemed like hundreds of women placing flowers on the graves.  With tears coming to her eyes, Molly said "I understand what Memorial Day is all about now".

"It's taking time to pay our respect and remember the price that was paid for my freedom.  It's taking into consideration that freedom has a price, and that people before and after I was born gave their lives that I might live in this great nation and enjoy the gift of freedom.

Listening to the words the speaker was saying, Molly's eyes brighten both with tears and understand.

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We are fighting for the life of the nation, that it may represent liberty on this continent;
 Let us pause on the threshold of our thanksgiving to give a word to the martyrs that have fallen. The noblest courage, patience and endurance have been manifested. The young men of the country have fallen by thousands on the field.

But how bright a record is there for those who have died in the defense of their country. Those that die for a good cause are redeemed from death. They hover as a cloud of witnesses over the nation; they speak louder than we can speak to inspire the people with more earnest devotion and heroic patriotism.

He that is dead was your son; now he is the nation's; he was your brother; he is now the brother of every man that loves his country. He was yours -- he is ours.

Not one name shall be forgotten of all the generous best. Neither are they less honored who shall bear through life the marks of their battle service. The nation will honor them, so that strong men shall covet those who limp. Children shall flock with loving reverence to look upon those whose hands can no more work; whose feet can no more march except toward the common bourne. The nation will not forget those whose blood gave vital currents to her heart.  (end quote)


Just as Molly was beginning to clap her paws with the crowd things around her began to grow dim, as a bright light engulfed her.  Once again she felt that drugged sensation of waking up from a deep sleep.

She heard Tabby Cat saying, "Molly, Molly they're here, Mom and Dad are here.  You've got to act normal".  Hearing the keys in the back door Molly shook her head and said, I was there, I was really there.  Now I understand the true meaning of Memorial Day and the love and passion people have for this wonderful country we live in.

Running to the back door with her tail wagging and her biggest smile Molly did her typical I'm so glad your home dance.  Her pawrents never suspecting the adventure she and her dear furiend Hobo had been on, or that their sweet pup even had a clue what Memorial Day was.

Wishing you a Blessed and Safe Memorial Day,

Love, Molly and my Mom
 
(quote 1) Quoted from the NYT (Sermon by Henry Ward Beecher) 1863



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Still Raining

5/23/2017

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Climbing to the top of the steps of her window perch Molly digs herself a nest in the soft blankets makes a couple of turns lays down and looks out on another dark, windy and raining day.  Letting out a long sigh Molly wonders if the rain is ever going to stop.

Well I guess I don't have to ask Mom if we're going walking with all That rain coming down.  Molly's mood becomes almost as dark as the skies outside.  Thinking back she tries to remember the last time she got to go for a walkie.  I can't remember when I've gone on a walk or even got to play in the backyard Molly moans sadly.

Noticing Molly's long face her Mom comes over and sits in the chair by Molly's perch.  Rubbing her little girls head she says, "Molly I promise the suns going to come out and we're going to go on a nice long walk.  Just as surely as there are summer rains, the sunshine is certain to follow.

For now let's appreciate what we have while we have it.  Dad and I planted tons of roses and shrubs.  God sending the rain is like Him giving our hard work His kiss of approval.  The rains are going to help the newly planted roses  and shrubs get established and grow.  I'm sure there are gardeners everywhere giving thanks that they're not having to carry buckets of water, or drag a garden hose all over their yard to water their newly planted flowers and shrubs.

Part of being a happy pup is learning to be content with what we have.  If we spend all our time focusing on what we don't have we throw away our possible joys and blessings we have in the here and now".  Molly grumbles but Mom I'm not happy now.  I've been trapped inside forever!  Holding back a laugh at her sweet pups sad face, Molly's Mom said, "Go get your ball Molly, we can play fetch for a while.  After that you can take a nap.  You never know the sun may come out for a while and we can take a stroll down the driveway".

While running to get her ball Molly realized the simple truth in her Mom's words.  If you spend all your time wanting the things you don't have, you lose sight of the blessings that are right in front of you".  Molly gives her tail a wag and snatches up her favorite yellow squeaky ball.  Running  to her Mom dropping the ball she says "Throw it Mom!! Throw it!!

Love, Molly and my Mom  (We honestly hope you're not getting our biblical rains)




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Always and Forever

5/19/2017

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It's summertime in Tanner Brigade.  Molly and her furiends walk through the tall grass along the edge of the woods heading towards the creek where many a pup before them had gone to play in summers long ago.

Friendships are forged and withstand the tests of time and various situations, but are all built on the same things, Love, compassion and respect.  These are the foundations of all true friendships.

Molly thought back over the years and tried to remember how many times her Mom had told her, "Do unto others as you'd have done to you little girl.  Your friendships are a gift always remember that".

As they walked farther into the woods nearing the stream the rowdy group of pups fell silent, listening to the birds singing throughout the forest and the wind blowing through the trees.  Entering a clearing they saw a small building with a faded picture of what looked like Mt. Rushmore painted by the front door.  Getting closer they could just barely make out writing that said Mt. Dogmore, with dogs faces carved into the mountain instead of presidents.  Peering intently at the picture they were able to make out Tanner Bub, the esteemed Foley and Pocket dog, and the colorful and artistic Zoe Boe.  They had read all about these famous founding members in their Tanner Brigade history class.

They talked and talked and simply couldn't figure out what they'd come across.  Stepping inside they found a table and chairs.  Molly, excitedly said, "This is the secret clubhouse we read about in our history classes!!! It really does exist and we've found it!!

Catching Molly's enthusiasm the group of friends started looking at the papers scattered across the table.  One of the pups nonchalantly picked up an old water stained paper and casually began reading. out loud, "Tanner Brigade Creed".  The other pups stood still, listening attentively, " First and foremost all pups will treat others as they desire to be treated".  This is a simple rule and should be simple to understand and follow.

Secondly, "If you want kindness and consideration in your world, be the first to put it there.  Let love, respect, kindness and consideration begin with you.  Soon you'll see it's practiced everywhere you go.

Finally, friends whatever is true, honorable, right, pure, lovely and admirable, let these things begin with each of us all.  (Philippians 4:8)

Relationships can be challenging and require give and take, so following this creed will be difficult at times,  as is the case in all things that are truly worth having.  I promise let these be the rules you follow during your life and you will find yourself rich with friendships that will last you a lifetime.

Suddenly Angel Foley appeared in a burst of bright light before our group of adventurous pups.  Looking at the young furiends standing before her she smiled and said, "I see you have found our secret clubhouse.  No one has ever ventured this far into the forest before.  It was your destiny young Tanner Brigade pups to find our creed from so long ago.

Tanner Brigade was founded on friendship and a firm determination to stick together through thick and thin.  There was a lot of love, joy and happiness shared here in this clubhouse.  I think you pups have what it takes to continue carrying the Tanner Brigade Torch.  Just remember friendships are always and forever..

There are seasons for everything on Gods earth and in Tanner Brigade.  There's a season for being together and there's a season for being apart.  All you have to remember is friendships are truly always and forever, and let love, peace and kindness begin with you."

Looking at each other the three said simultaneously, "Always and Forever."  Angel Foley smiled at the young pups knowing deep in her heart that indeed friendships and Tanner Brigade are always and forever.  In a magical burst of bright light she disappeared as suddenly as she'd appeared, leaving  the young friends to carry on the TB legacy.

Love, Molly and my Mom

The Tanner Brigade Logo Heading this Blog is the property of  Angel Foley Monster. Drawn by her dear friend Zoe Boe and her Mom Connie Gross.



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Wishing Upon a Star or Ode to Hattie

5/14/2017

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Mom and I would feel it unfair to let this day go by without paying respect to a very special pup and Mom, who in retrospect either intentionally or subconsciously made their announcement they were leaving the social media world the day before Mother's day.

Hattie was many things to many pups, firstly, she was the picture of Haute Couture.  Her Mom is a wizard with fabric and a sewing machine.  We pups felt honored to be gifted with a Hattie Mae Original outfit handmade by the gracious Hattie and her Mom.  She was the center of revelry and hijinks.  Her Christmas games and other holiday celebrations are things true memories and legends are made of.

Most of all Hattie and her Mom were the oil on troubled waters and the balm on hurt hearts.  In other words these two truly have a Mothers heart, and have been a Mother to many a cyber pup.

The thing about Hattie and her Mom that we will never forget is their consistent reminders to show love in the middle of conflict, and acceptance when others would be intolerant.

Mom and I didn't know them long, but it doesn't take you long to figure out you've met an angel.  Love, acceptance, respect and compassion are things that can't truly be taught.  These are things that are inside one's heart and soul.  It's second nature to angels and is as simple as breathing to these two; thou difficult for some to fathom.

Indeed there will never be another Hattie and her Mom, but rather than rending our clothes and beating our breast may we instead grasp the essence of these special friends and in our own frail and mortal way attempt to honor their legacy by following their example.

(quote) "Remember it's much easier to show love, and compassion, rather than hate or intolerance.  The latter only scars the soul." (end quote).

There is so much more to say about these dear and special furiends but this pup has run out of words and is finding it difficult to see the monitor due to mist in my eyes from the tears.

We do indeed thank you sweet furiend for all the lovely memories.  Until we meet again.

Love Always,

Molly and my Mom




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On Window Patrol

5/11/2017

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We pups have duties we take very seriously.  My extremely serious duty is window duty.  From my window seat perch I can watch all the goings on in my domain.

I can see the coyote that likes to hide in the brush at the edge of the pasture fence.  I imagine he's waiting for an unsuspecting rabbit to hop just a little too close to his hiding spot.  I can see the bunnies that like to look for new shoots of grass to snack on throughout the yard.  During the early summer I can spot the proud mother deer showing off their new little fawns.  The wild turkeys mainly show up in the spring and fall.

I regularly report all that I see to my pawrents, and all the other dogs in the community from my advantageous lookout.  (We pups have our own version of Community Watch).  A coyote  sighting is a Red Alert.  Red Alerts are proceeded by a snort and something close to a howl.  After the howl we continue with our very sharp and loud barks.  Every dog within barking distance takes up the cry to warn other dogs farther away that a coyote is in the area.  This is a fun group activity  that every dog enjoys pawticipating in.

I can be lying in the backyard with Tabby Cat and my Mom and tell from my fellow Community Watch members what's going on in our area.  We dogs are social creatures and there's barks for almost everything.  I can tell when pups family's arrive home, when it's dinner time, as well as when there's a trespasser in their yard.

Granted traveling through the Internet tunnels is fun.  It allows you travel to exotic places and visit dear furiends, but our rural Community Watch has its own quaint appeal.  There's a lot to be said for barking with your extended neighborhood pack before bed time.  Ask the hoomans that come outside to join in the fun.

I'm sorry furiends but I'm going to have to cut this one short.  I see a bird trying to land on my families deck rail.  Now I can't have that, I know you pups understand what I mean.

Love, Molly (on Window Duty) and her Mom




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Rainy Day Reflections

5/9/2017

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It's a chilly drizzly day here in rural NC.  Mom had plans of planting her roses today.  Dad intended on picking up the tiller from the shop so the folks could do some serious work in the new flower beds yet to be.

We all started off to pick up the tiller; in route the drizzle started, so that was the end of that.  Our trip to pick up the garden equipment ended up being a drive through breakfast at Bo jangles.  Oh well such is life.  It was a quite ride home with everyone lost in their thoughts.

To be honest I'm kind of glad it's a chilly rainy day.  I'm still a bit tired from our gardening marathon over the weekend.  In fact I'm snoozing on the couch as my secretary takes care of my social media commitments.

Right before I dozed off I asked Mom what she would be doing now if I hadn't come into her life those 5 years ago.  I fell asleep before Mom could reply.

Molly's Mom here.  One thing's for sure, If not for Molly I never would have gotten involved with social media.  I've always enjoyed gardening, cooking, photo editing and web design.  People and chatting not so much.

This little dog has added a whole new world  to my life, and she's enriched it in more ways than I have words to describe.  She's taken the things that interest me and shaped and molded them to become tools for her blogs and pictures.  Her thoughts and opinions seem to have taken root in my mind and imagination, developing  an entity of their own, coming to life and flowing through my fingertips when I sit at the computer.

Molly is a happy and positive force of nature.  You simply can't be around her and not be affected by her cheerful and inquisitive personality.  This little dog with her Joie de vivre found me at the perfect point in time for both of us.  Neither one of us had a clue the paths our lives would take us on.

We formed a bond that is like no other I've ever had with any of my previous dogs.  It's because of her being the dog she is, that I am the person I am today.  It's funny how this little dog with her amazing smile and Joie de vivre could change the course of my life, as well as open doors that but for her, would have remained shut.

Looking at Molly sleeping contently on the couch, I whispered so I wouldn't wake her, "Molly I would have been happy in my quite existence, but I would have never experienced all the special things that you have added to my life.  I would have never gotten to meet your furiends, grow as a digital artist, or even attempt to write.  You are truly an amazing pup and an incredible force of nature.

Molly gives a closed eyed yawn and rolls over, clueless to the tale being written and thoughts shared by her devoted secretary/Mom.

Love, Molly and my Mom


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Home Alone

5/8/2017

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I always enjoy running errands with my family but that wasn't the case this weekend.  They left me home alone.  None of us pups like being left behind.  Especially when it doesn't happen often.

Guilt is a strong motivator and I worked the guilt trip like a pro.  Sadly it didn't accomplish its magic this go round.

We've had wonderfully cool temps after a blistering hot start to spring a few weeks ago.  This typically translates to a lot of errands being run.  Mom and Dad both hate the hot and usually postpone as many non-essential chores as they can until things cool off a bit or, they simply can't be put off any longer.  (Whichever comes first).

To be honest I was a bit hurt I didn't get to go this time as a lot of the errands being run were for me.  I needed more Bison, plus my shampoo and conditioner had come in.  (Yess I am a fierce brave hunting dog, I keep telling you this) but I do special orders my shampoo and conditioner.  ~sigh~  (You'd think a girl could keep a FEW secrets).

I guess I had to stay home because Dad wanted to go to a new restaurant and Mom wanted to stop at the garden shop.
 
Ever since she'd planted her tree we've been making plans for her new flower beds.  We had decided on planting Peach Knock Out Roses with deeper peach ground cover roses.  I told Mom she needed to put in blue Periwinkle for a blue ground cover between the roses to break up all the peach.  (I don't know how she'd make it without me.)

Mom and Dad eventually made it back home.  It's a good thing they got home  when they did.  I had gotten tired of napping and listening to Soothing X-mas music on Pandora.  Honestly I think I have some of the songs memorized.  Luckily I heard the car pull up in the drive before I got much further in my plans for an escape.

Whenever I get left home alone the pawrents always bring me a few packs of Kong Yellow Squeaky balls.  Those are my very favorite toy of all times.  It almost makes up for them leaving me behind.  Sure enough I smelled my ball bag before Mom got in the back door good.  I was thrilled to see my folks.  I could barely control my excitement.  Plus it never hurts to get a gift does it Pawfuriends?


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Sunday was an all day gardening day here.  It's been several years since Mom was well enough to do any serious working in her flower beds.  I can say she and Dad are making up for lost time now.

One of Mom's Forsythia's multiplied to the point it was simply a tremendous mass of yellow flowers.  Dad separated out the new shrubs.  When he was finished there were 7 new hearty sized Forsythia's to be planted.  Mom picked the spots and Dad did the planting as well.  By the time Mom and Dad were finished for the day it was almost dark.

This left Mom with one to plant today.  Again I did the supervising and once again I tried showing her how it's really done.  I'm telling you furiends Mom has no appreciation for the help I'm offering and I'm getting a bit frustrated with getting tied to the garden chair out of the way.  I did indeed bark my head off and let Mom know my feelings on this situation. With all the supervising, running around the yard keeping up with my folks and digging for moles I am one tired pup.

I'm hanging my Do Not Disturb Sign on my door and getting some rest.  Unless Mom says something about playing soccer, digging for moles, or I hear my Kong ball squeak.

Wishing you all a wonderful week.

Love, Molly and my Mom






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Roses and Honeysuckle

5/3/2017

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You hear Mom and I whine a lot about the heat and humidity of our southern summers.  Granted it's something horror movies could use for a plot enhancement, but that's a story for later into our summer.

There's something special about this time of late spring, early summer.  The roses and  native Honeysuckle are in bloom.  Walking into the front yard is like walking into a bottle of perfume.  There's no words to describe the fragrance.

Recently Mom and I have started sitting in the front yard close to the Honeysuckle; making plans for the new flower beds that are going around the pergola.  We breathe in the lovely aroma as we try and decide what flowers are going to go where.  We both tend to get lost in our thoughts and plans. More times than not one or both of us will doze off listening to the birds singing in the trees and the bullfrogs croaking in the creek.

Today after waking from our nap we were in a bit of a reflective mood.  Mom mentioned the time she'd tried (to no avail) getting rid of the incredible amount of Honeysuckle growing in the trees around the fence line.  She did manage to beat it back a bit but honestly nothing can get rid of it once it's gotten a foothold.

The same thing can be said about a rose Dad's Mother gave Mom when they first built this house.  It's an incredibly old rose being one that Dad's Grandmother gave his mother many many years ago.  Once it gets established it can grow to a truly impressive size; able to withstand anything Mother Nature can send.  It's fragrance is like none other, an intoxicating amazingly spicy and rich rose scent, giving one visions of days long ago sitting in a porch swing sipping Mint Juleps from cool glasses beaded  with sweat from the summer's heat.

Mom and I continued our chat and decided people could learn a lot from these two fundamentally southern garden staples.  Neither one is incredibly beautiful to the naked eye, but one whiff and you're hooked.  They both have withstood the test of time, as well as the worst that Mother Nature can send.  Yet every summer they grace the rural southern country side with their simple allure and incredible perfume.

May we all have the strength to withstand the test of time, as well as whatever hardships may come our way; yet still manage to grace those around us with the simple beauty that shines in each of our hearts and souls.

Love, Molly and my Mom




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Helping Mom

5/2/2017

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We pups live to help our hoomans.  It's part of our DNA.  I have to say I was rather confused as to what to do when Mom had her cold/flu thing.  I tried sharing my favorite toy (my Kong yellow squeaky ball).  That didn't seem to have the same effect on Mom that it does me.  She didn't get happy and ready for play.

Thankfully Mom's all well now and our normal lives have resumed.  Today Mom cleaned the leaves out of a flower bed on one side of the house.  She and I were both surprised she didn't feel like she was close to death after that.  Mom looked at me and said Molly lets go and plant that Crepe Myrtle left over from last fall.  I looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

For those of you who haven't known us terribly long, Mom has had one medical issue after another for a few years.  This has translated to Dad taking care of the small amount of gardening that's gotten done.  The flower beds are all showing signs of needing a loving touch and a good amount of attention.  I honestly didn't think I'd ever see Mom working in her flowers again.  That is until today.

I sat in amazement and watched as Mom went to the barn and got out the Mattock and Shovel, a bag of fertilizer and a bucket.  I slowly smiled as I being the pup of a gardener knew what this translates to.  We were indeed going to plant the Crepe Myrtle, but it also meant I truly am getting my old Mom back.

You pups know Mom lets me dig for moles all over our yard.  For now that rates right up there with playing with my yellow squeaky ball.  What's off the chart fun though is watching my hoomans dig a hole.  ROFBOL have you seen hoomans dig in the dirt pawfuriends?  It's totally hilarious.  I being the helpful pup that I am watched my Mom digging with her attachable paws.   They allow her to dig standing on her back legs.  (I've never been able to fully figure out some of the things my hoomans do).  I stepped up to the hole, telling Mom" Watch this Mom.  This is how it's done."  (I'm a Dachshund and we are famous for being digging machines).  Why in a matter of seconds I had made far more headway then the Mom had in several minutes  of her strange digging methods.  Looking at me in total disbelief Mom said Molly you did a lovely job, but you need to let me get this finished.  Talk about feeling unappreciated.

Once again she grabs her attachable paws and commences to doing her strange digging.  Let me tell you pawfuriends she didn't get her hole dug anywhere as fast as one of we pups could.  Why she made me tired just watching her.


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After several minutes Mom joined me under the shade of the Flowering Cherry tree.  Looking at my Mom 's flushed face and heavy breathing I told her, "I'm proud of you Mom, I never thought I'd see you doing heavy gardening again.  Go on you can do it".  I smiled my huge tongue out smile of approval.  After sitting in the shade a while longer Mom went back to planting her Crepe Myrtle tree.  Finally  after about an hour she had the task completed.

The wonderful thing is now we have a tangible object tied to the moment in time of Mom and I truly getting our lives back.  When the intangible becomes tangible that is indeed a miraculous event pawfuriends.  Here's hoping everything you wish and dream for your hoomans becomes a reality as well.

Love, Molly and My Mom




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