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I'm a Lard Butt

8/27/2016

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Apparently I am now a Lard butt.  Yups that's what my dogtor and my groomer have recently said.  ~sigh~ First off in my defense I may have gained a couple of pounds.  Well possibly more than a couple, but what 's a pup to do?  Mom puts the food down and I eat, and eat and eat. Why I've even been known to stop, lay down take a bit of rest and go back to eating.  (This is the honest truth)
It never mattered how much I ate in the past.  All my stories of the hikes, and explorations here on the farm have been true.  Mom and I have probably walked 100's of miles in my lifetime here.  All this walking kept me slim and fit.  Until there was no more walking.

Fast forward to our current summer from Hades.  (The humidity is something from a nightmare.  The weather forecasters have stated that it hasn't been this humid in NC since 1940)  Summertime was tolerable to begin with.  Mom and I would still take our abbreviated summertime walks to the hayfield, or if not terribly muggy to the pond.  Then not long after that we started sitting in the backyard with my swimming pool and I would bark and chase the squirrels.  For the past couple of months I have done the dash out, take care of business and dash back in.

Now with consuming a ton of food, (which I've done after my tummy troubles got better) and then add in no exercise, the expected has occurred.  My dogtor put me on a diet and pawfuriends I'm embarrassed to admit, I gained 2 lbs.  Mom reduced my food again and I gained 1 more lb.

Mom became determined that I was not going to become a Dachshund like my Angel sister Penny.  Mom and Dad loved her to the moon and back, but folks she was the "Lard Butt of all Lard Butts's.  She was a tubby girl.  It didn't matter how little food she got, she was a tubby girl.  At times not as tubby as others but tubby none the less.

I now am on a VERY restricted diet., and (hangs head in shame) I'm on an exercise plan.  That's right, I spend 10 min a day on Mom's treadmill.  After 2 weeks at 10 min a day, Mom will increase my time by 5 mins.  This is my dogtor's recommended  exercise regimen.

Mom has always said she and I are a lot alike.  I guess this is true in more ways than one.  Mom is a bit of a tubby girl plus she is Diabetic so she spends quite a bit of time on the treadmill as well.

I think I could really have done with being a bit more like my Dad.  ~sigh~ Here's hoping you my furiends are not on diets and exercise programs.  All you couch potato's enjoy it while it last.


Love, Molly and my Mom  




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About Tabby and I

8/20/2016

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We got off to a rocky start to be honest about it.  I arrived here a little barky ball of fluff after the passing of Tabbby's best furiend, (my angel sister Penny).  There were a lot of snarls and hisses from Tabby every time I pounced on his tail or took a tumble into his side. (all in the spirit of play)

As in all true furiendships ours became something legends are made of, (Lilo and Stitch, Odie and Garfield, Mutt and Jeff) you get the picture.  Where ever you see one of us you can bet the other is somewhere close by.

Tabby and I have taken many a hike through our fields and streams over the years as well as shared a lot of our deepest thoughts and dreams.  Needless to say, we've become two sides of one coin if you will.

Anything outside of our quite normal routine tends to upset both Tabby cat and myself.  We both are used to our pawrents puttering around the place.  It brings us tons of laughs and giggles watching our hoomans digging holes to put plants in and all the care they give to the shrubbery  we use as our porta-potty's.

Many of you know of the medical drama that has gone on here at our house over the past few weeks.  With Dad's return home then it was Mom's turn to get terribly sick.  Anytime anything happens to our Mom it's a true drama here.  There were days and days Mom was either in bed, or in the recliner in the den.  No happy laughter as she threw my ball, none of her and Tabby cat meowing back and forth.  No folks puttering outside.  None of Mom or Dad yelling at Tabby cat to stop screaming to be let out.  (In the pawrents  defense, Tabby does squall a lot, and very loudly to get let outside.) Just quiet, and more quiet.

One day after many days of total silence, I knew Mom was finally better.  Tabby cat had been inside for his ten min visit and was ready to be let out.  He began the squall of all squalls demanding to be let out right now.  Mom from the bowels of the den let out a bellow (Tabby cat SHUT UP) that I am certain woke the dead.

Well let me tell you, I was so shook up by the entire deal that I wasn't myself for the rest of the day.

During the time Mom had gotten so sick with her tummy bug I had developed a serious lung infection that required some strong medication.  My Mom's bellow got me so rattled Mom didn't know if I'd gotten sicker or if I was having a reaction to my medications.  As you can imagine this translated to my taking a trip to see my dogtor.

The moral of this story is Mom's are never peaceful and quite for long, and if they are it's probably not a good thing.

Love, Molly and my Mom




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Going Through the Fire/or Becoming a Teapot

8/16/2016

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It's been a while since I've spoken to our friends here at The Fast and the Furriest.  I'm sorry about that.  It seems the quite life I live here in the country became a bit hectic.

When I was a little pup, Mom told me a story about a beautiful teapot and how it had started life as a lump of ugly grey clay.  Over the years I'd forgotten the story, until here recently.

I remembered the teapot telling a couple of all the pain and suffering he'd gone through in the process of becoming a beautiful tea pot.  A vessel that could be emptied and filled, that when poured out, brings happiness and comfort to others.  The pain of being molded, stretched beyond what you think you can handle, the searing agony of going through the fire.  The fire making you stronger  where you were once soft and malleable, able now to handle more than you ever thought you could. (Click me here to read The Teapot Story)

With  all the little teapot had gone though he knew he'd have to go through the fire once again after he'd been painted with his glaze, turning the little brown pot into a true thing of beauty.

Now as I'm an older pup I realize it's a story of life and the trials we go through.  We don't grow if we're not tested, and we won't see where our weak spots are until we get a little heat added to our lives.

I mentioned my Mom and Dad are  a bit older.  When we all get older things flare up and at times Hoomans need to go to the hooman hospital just like we pups have to go to our doggy hospitals.  My Dad ended up going to the ER and was admitted to the hospital for a brief stay.  This put Mom in the position of having to be two places at one time.

Mom is Super-Mom in my eyes, Dad's eyes and unrealistically in her own.  During the thick of any situation Mom is calm, collected and capable.  Mom excelled at being in two places at once.  Neither I, or my Dad had Mom 24/7 but we both had Mom and that made us all somewhat happy.  

Dad's hospitalization was a first for this family, and we all were reshaped, stretched molded and fired.  Our pot didn't crack under the extreme heat, but we did feel the flames.  Dad has seen things that he needs to change and is working on them all.

After Dad was home a few days Mom who feels she's always in control and can handle any situation that may arise, had her own medical emergency and had to call EMS.  She went to her doctor the next day and found out she'd picked up a rather serious tummy bug.  Once again finding out in the fire where our weakness's lie.  None of us are really as in control as we'd like to think, and we all get our turn in the fire.

Our strength comes from our love and support of each other.  When we're faced with our most serious fires is when we see if we will crack in the heat or if we'll come out stronger.

I Molly experienced my medical crisis after my Mom and Dad had theirs.  My family has realized we're all a part of a whole, and when one part of our pot becomes weak so does the entire vessel. Love, Support, and unity will get us through any crisis dear furiends, but a family is a unit and we need each other to function properly.

None of us know why our lives take us on the paths they do, but if we can share our experiences with others as in the teapot story possibly this is the purpose of our trials; so people will  know they're not in their situations alone.

Life isn't always tea and roses, but the love of family and furiends makes it all worthwhile.

Love, Molly and my Mom




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