I have known I'm special all my life. I knew my pawrents thought I was special the first day we met. It was a match made in heaven. Sure we have our disagreements but they are very few and far between.
All of you my dear readers know I am a fierce brave hunting doggy, that loves my walks through our woods and fields. I got to go on my first fall walk the other day. It was something stories could be written about. It was a cool day, overcast and a bit grey, but perfect in my eyes. It had been wayy too hot this past summer for a little Diva girl to do any walking or hiking.
I sniffed, snuffed and smelled to my heart's content, catching up on all the gossip that I had missed over the summer. There were no beautiful fall colors to drink in with the eyes and touch the soul, but there was the joy of seeing the beauty of nature in our part of the rural south. I had missed the smells of the forest and the sounds of the cattle lowing at the dairy a few miles away. Our pair of red tailed hawks were screeching their hello's across the Carolina blue sky. Their dance through the heavens is something truly magnificent to watch. Once again I missed catching my nemesis that pesky squirrel and he chattered his glee from the top of the old oak tree.
My stroll across the hay field and through the woods ended up taking about an hour. Mom and I enjoyed resuming our fall and winter rambles over the farm. It's a part of the changing of the seasons here, and a welcome release from our summers of being house bound due to the incredible heat and humidity that's a part of living in the south.
We got back home and I still didn't want to go inside. Luckily for me I have a Mom who's almost exactly like me. It seems Mom wasn't ready to end our visit to the beautiful outdoors either. Tabby, Mom and I made our way to the bottom of the yard where the Mother deer and their fawns play. I was smelling through the brush under the fence when Ohhhh my Dogs a brier jumped up and bit me!!! I lunged backwards, spinning around to see if Mom and Tabby saw what had happened. Both had a questioning look on their faces. I couldn't believe they didn't see that brier trying to attack me and in fact snagging my lip. I made a bee line back to the house dragging Mom behind me.
The rest of the evening I was out of sorts and indeed did become a bit stressed by the ordeal. Mom tried the everything is normal ruse she uses on occasion to get me to realize all is well with the world. I can tell you I wasn't having any of it. Ten min into Mom's it just a normal evening routine and I was showing signs of getting nauseous, then she heard the tummy sounds of impending diarrhea. Let me tell you pups that brier biting my lip convinced me there were enemies hiding behind every blade of grass waiting to attack me.
All this progressed to where at 7:3o pm Mom and I were pulling into my (at times) home away from home, our local Emergency Vet. (I might add that most of the dogtors on staff know me by name). I am treated like a queen visiting her subjects and I can tell you that I do not get placed in a kennel as most of the other pups do. I Molly get held in a lap and get loving and kisses from the vet technicians and nurses.
Mom and my dogtor caught up on each other's lives as it had been a while since I had visited my 2nd home and hearth. This nice dogtor has met her other half and they'll be getting married soon. I got diagnosed and received injections for nausea, famotidine for tummy acid, and med's for diarrhea.
So you see dear furiends, yes indeed I am a fierce brave hunting doggy, but when a brier reaches out and bites me, well I show my true Diva colors and Mom says, "There's nothing wrong with that".
Love, Molly and my Mom
All of you my dear readers know I am a fierce brave hunting doggy, that loves my walks through our woods and fields. I got to go on my first fall walk the other day. It was something stories could be written about. It was a cool day, overcast and a bit grey, but perfect in my eyes. It had been wayy too hot this past summer for a little Diva girl to do any walking or hiking.
I sniffed, snuffed and smelled to my heart's content, catching up on all the gossip that I had missed over the summer. There were no beautiful fall colors to drink in with the eyes and touch the soul, but there was the joy of seeing the beauty of nature in our part of the rural south. I had missed the smells of the forest and the sounds of the cattle lowing at the dairy a few miles away. Our pair of red tailed hawks were screeching their hello's across the Carolina blue sky. Their dance through the heavens is something truly magnificent to watch. Once again I missed catching my nemesis that pesky squirrel and he chattered his glee from the top of the old oak tree.
My stroll across the hay field and through the woods ended up taking about an hour. Mom and I enjoyed resuming our fall and winter rambles over the farm. It's a part of the changing of the seasons here, and a welcome release from our summers of being house bound due to the incredible heat and humidity that's a part of living in the south.
We got back home and I still didn't want to go inside. Luckily for me I have a Mom who's almost exactly like me. It seems Mom wasn't ready to end our visit to the beautiful outdoors either. Tabby, Mom and I made our way to the bottom of the yard where the Mother deer and their fawns play. I was smelling through the brush under the fence when Ohhhh my Dogs a brier jumped up and bit me!!! I lunged backwards, spinning around to see if Mom and Tabby saw what had happened. Both had a questioning look on their faces. I couldn't believe they didn't see that brier trying to attack me and in fact snagging my lip. I made a bee line back to the house dragging Mom behind me.
The rest of the evening I was out of sorts and indeed did become a bit stressed by the ordeal. Mom tried the everything is normal ruse she uses on occasion to get me to realize all is well with the world. I can tell you I wasn't having any of it. Ten min into Mom's it just a normal evening routine and I was showing signs of getting nauseous, then she heard the tummy sounds of impending diarrhea. Let me tell you pups that brier biting my lip convinced me there were enemies hiding behind every blade of grass waiting to attack me.
All this progressed to where at 7:3o pm Mom and I were pulling into my (at times) home away from home, our local Emergency Vet. (I might add that most of the dogtors on staff know me by name). I am treated like a queen visiting her subjects and I can tell you that I do not get placed in a kennel as most of the other pups do. I Molly get held in a lap and get loving and kisses from the vet technicians and nurses.
Mom and my dogtor caught up on each other's lives as it had been a while since I had visited my 2nd home and hearth. This nice dogtor has met her other half and they'll be getting married soon. I got diagnosed and received injections for nausea, famotidine for tummy acid, and med's for diarrhea.
So you see dear furiends, yes indeed I am a fierce brave hunting doggy, but when a brier reaches out and bites me, well I show my true Diva colors and Mom says, "There's nothing wrong with that".
Love, Molly and my Mom
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