Category: Pets

Molly report

Friday, 26 April, 2002 at 4:04 pm

My tummy feels funny. :( Yesterday we took Molly in to the vets ’cause she couldn’t eat all of her breakfast in one sitting (and Molly is the kind of dog who’d eat ’til she throws up). Well, the vet said she has cysts/tumors/whatever, and that we may or may not be able to operate, depending on if they’re cancerous or not, and if they’re not, then if she’s stable enough to go through surgery.

They gave us ear medicine for her yucky ears which didn’t have anything to do with her lumps, and antibiotics which taste horrible (when you can smell the horribleness of pills, you know they taste awful) to get rid of the fluid around her lungs. The appointment took 4 hours and cost over $400.

earthquake and Molly

Tuesday, 29 January, 2002 at 7:18 pm

Last night we had two earthquakes, and I didn’t quite catch the report on the news, but they were probably aftershocks of … another earthquake we had. Anyway, Molly knew with her doggish intuition the earthquake was coming, so she automatically stopped playing ball with Mickey, hopped on Mommy and Daddy’s bed, then … peed! What a doggish, ne? After, she trampled all over Daddy’s papers, was shooed away, then tried to climb onto Mommy’s lap … who was sitting at the computer. O.o Hmm … freaking doggy … She didn’t do anything the time the last earthquake happened. And the cats freaked out last time, but didn’t respond much this time. ó.ò

Wulfie’s toy tree

Tuesday, 27 November, 2001 at 10:00 pm

Mommy’s been striving to put up the Christmas decorations since Sunday. She said she’s going to put the tree up slowly, so the cats will get tired of it and won’t wreck it like they did last year (tree branches all over the place, shame, and the letter tags removed and lost). Guess what. I saw Wulfie climbing up the stand to the top of the tree. <_< I stared at him and said, “Wulfie?!” He jumped off and was hyper for a few minutes afterward.

Molly’s cat food dance and the Wulfie scramble

Thursday, 25 October, 2001 at 8:54 pm

Molly didn’t die. In fact, she woke me up at 5:30 this morning with her scratching.

Hehe, earlier today we were in the computer room, the boys were at school and Mommy was picking them up because she had to look at Hidek’s portfolio or something. I silently stepped over Molly and left the room. I went downstairs to my room for something, then she woke up and came downstairs. She started sniffing around the cat food and I, hiding in the entry, watched her lips get closer and closer until she almost got the food, then “AHA!” I jumped out at her, and she turned around sooo fast, her legs went flying behind her. LOL, I cracked up. Molly is such a funny doggy!

Wulfie almost fell off the catwalk a little while ago. Aaaahhh!!!! I heard all this scrabbling that sounded like a cat trying to find a grip on sheer wall, and I went to check it out. I saw Wulfie, with his wide eyes, staring at me. Luckily, he was on the side of the catwalk with the leaf garland. A good yard or so of that is yanked off and just hanging. O_O!! And Wulfie was frozen for a few minutes afterwards … ^.^;

Molly, chicken bone

Wednesday, 24 October, 2001 at 8:04 pm

The cat-dog team has done it again. >.< Some cat (Wulfie?) grabbed a porkchop bone with some meat on it off the table, then Molly scared him off and wolfed the thing down. Hidek stood there watching her, and said, “Mom? Molly’s eating a porkchop bone!” AAAAAARRRRGH!!! Idiot kid! (In the words of my mother …) I ran downstairs, but by then she’d eaten all of it. I tried to choke some of it out of her mouth, but didn’t feel like sticking my fingers in there. :/ How old is she now? 10–11 years old? *sigh* Nice five years of owning a dog. Owell, God willing, it’ll pass like the other bone. *prays*