I told Mom it was time to catch up my followers on what's been going on here in the country. I'm sorry my secretary falls down on the job occasionally but ~sigh~ (She is my Mom) and I can't think of a way to fire her.
For starters I've had another birthday! Yups I turned 5 years old on Sept 11th. That's some day to have for a birthday right? Mom says, "My being born on Sept. 11th proves that the cycle of life goes on even after such a terrible tragedy. That there's a time for everything, just as the good book says. A time to morn and a time to appreciate the gift of life". Mom says, "I'm her special gift".
Which is a good thing as this brings us to the 2nd thing that's happened since Mom has written a blog for me. You know how every now and then we pups do the almost inexcusable thing...(like weeing in the bed)? Ohh yeah, I did that while we were MIA. Let me tell you Mom was not a happy camper. It was 3:00 am and I wasn't feeling well. I had just started my med's for a slight ear infection and I had been having an upset tummy. We go out and my tummy was upset, I wasn't finished yet when Mom picked me up and back inside we go. Mom cleans me up, washes my feet and we totter off back to bed. Mom goes into the bathroom to get a drink of water and well, I did what I needed to do.
This translated to Mom stripping the bed and the mattress pad at 3:30 am and replacing the sheets. This task set the mood for the remainder of the night. I Molly the sweetheart of the family ended up spending the rest of the night locked in my crate by the bed. Needless to say, it wasn't the best of times....
I tried telling Mom that if she'd listened while we were outside I wouldn't have gone wee wee in the bed, but at this hour of the am she was in no mood to listen. I am a girl that likes to meander around the yard and smell what our wildlife neighbors have been up to before I take care of nature's call. At 3:00 am Mom isn't seeing the importance of my finding out who's been visiting our yard while we're inside sleeping. So I'm sure you can understand we were at an impasse.
The next morning there was no time to come to a resolution to our issue as the pawrents had to take the mattress pad to the laundry mat. Hummm... seems I did cause a bit of bother for the folks. Being the good pup that I am, I immediately upon my folks arrival back home explained how sorry I was and that I would try my best to never wee in the bed again. You pups know how bad we feel when we're out of sorts with our hoomans. It was wonderful to hear my pawrents tell me how much they love me and that they'd never not love me, no matter what I do.
So the last bit of catching up is an update on my folks medical issues. I'm sure I've mentioned my pawrents are a bit older and have had their first medical crisis each several weeks ago. Dad's doing a lot better now that he's been out of the hospital a while. His diet has improved considerably, and he's feeling 20 years younger. Everything with Mom has gotten better as well. With her medical scare she decided it was time to try and get a grip on her Diabetes. Mom's blood sugar is much lower than it was and she's lost several pounds to boot.
It's tough for us pups with older hoomans as we're always a little worried about them. No pup ever wants to outlive their people. It looks like things are working out for us all here at our house dear furiends. I'm extremely loved no matter what kind of accidents I may have, and it looks like my Mom and Dad are doing a much better job of taking care of themselves, which makes me a very happy pup indeed.
Love, Molly and my Mom
For starters I've had another birthday! Yups I turned 5 years old on Sept 11th. That's some day to have for a birthday right? Mom says, "My being born on Sept. 11th proves that the cycle of life goes on even after such a terrible tragedy. That there's a time for everything, just as the good book says. A time to morn and a time to appreciate the gift of life". Mom says, "I'm her special gift".
Which is a good thing as this brings us to the 2nd thing that's happened since Mom has written a blog for me. You know how every now and then we pups do the almost inexcusable thing...(like weeing in the bed)? Ohh yeah, I did that while we were MIA. Let me tell you Mom was not a happy camper. It was 3:00 am and I wasn't feeling well. I had just started my med's for a slight ear infection and I had been having an upset tummy. We go out and my tummy was upset, I wasn't finished yet when Mom picked me up and back inside we go. Mom cleans me up, washes my feet and we totter off back to bed. Mom goes into the bathroom to get a drink of water and well, I did what I needed to do.
This translated to Mom stripping the bed and the mattress pad at 3:30 am and replacing the sheets. This task set the mood for the remainder of the night. I Molly the sweetheart of the family ended up spending the rest of the night locked in my crate by the bed. Needless to say, it wasn't the best of times....
I tried telling Mom that if she'd listened while we were outside I wouldn't have gone wee wee in the bed, but at this hour of the am she was in no mood to listen. I am a girl that likes to meander around the yard and smell what our wildlife neighbors have been up to before I take care of nature's call. At 3:00 am Mom isn't seeing the importance of my finding out who's been visiting our yard while we're inside sleeping. So I'm sure you can understand we were at an impasse.
The next morning there was no time to come to a resolution to our issue as the pawrents had to take the mattress pad to the laundry mat. Hummm... seems I did cause a bit of bother for the folks. Being the good pup that I am, I immediately upon my folks arrival back home explained how sorry I was and that I would try my best to never wee in the bed again. You pups know how bad we feel when we're out of sorts with our hoomans. It was wonderful to hear my pawrents tell me how much they love me and that they'd never not love me, no matter what I do.
So the last bit of catching up is an update on my folks medical issues. I'm sure I've mentioned my pawrents are a bit older and have had their first medical crisis each several weeks ago. Dad's doing a lot better now that he's been out of the hospital a while. His diet has improved considerably, and he's feeling 20 years younger. Everything with Mom has gotten better as well. With her medical scare she decided it was time to try and get a grip on her Diabetes. Mom's blood sugar is much lower than it was and she's lost several pounds to boot.
It's tough for us pups with older hoomans as we're always a little worried about them. No pup ever wants to outlive their people. It looks like things are working out for us all here at our house dear furiends. I'm extremely loved no matter what kind of accidents I may have, and it looks like my Mom and Dad are doing a much better job of taking care of themselves, which makes me a very happy pup indeed.
Love, Molly and my Mom
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