Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Dryer Sheets
Monday is laundry day at our house. Molly looks forward to this day! You can find her anxiously waiting by the dryer to snatch the dryer sheets. We find them scattered throughout our house. Most often she will quickly take them outside her doggy door and rip them to pieces. I don't know what it is about these dryer sheets, but she loves them!
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Blue Buffalo Under Fire
I read an article today on The Dogington Post about Blue Buffalo being under fire for false advertising and misleading consumers. I can't tell you how many of my contacts feed their pets Blue Buffalo. I wish I could reach all Blue Buffalo customers-any customer for that matter, and educate them on the importance of reading labels. My wife just recently partnered up with a company called pawTree which does in fact offer grain free, by-product free food. They have 18 claims no other dog food out there can claim that make pawTree the very best.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Libby the Great
Although this is called Molly's Chronicles, it stems from my first dog, Libby. Libby was a special dog. She joined our family in July of 2004. My wife and I had wanted to start our family for some time, but it just wasn't happening. While on a climbing trip to Peru, my wife bought a dog, Libby, in my absence. She sent me a picture, which I thought was cute, however I was determined to not get attached to her. I didn't want a dog.
All that changed on our first meeting. She and I instantly bonded. Although my wife (Trisha) had spent two weeks with her, Libby and I had an instant connection. She had big, beautiful green eyes, a little white spot on her chest, and a rich chocolate brown coat that was beautiful.
Libby became our first "child." She came everywhere with us. We traveled with her, camped with her, took her on walks. She was truly our best friend.
After having her a few short months, we noticed some difficulties in her vision and even in her walking. It was at a local dog park when we got the bad news. A veterinarian approached us and asked us if our dog was blind. We thought maybe she was clumsy, but this vet told us it was obvious she had cataracts and had very poor vision. After an initial panic and some state of shock, we made several appointments with specialists, and all confirmed what we already knew. Libby had retinal dysplasia and hip dysplasia. Cataracts were in both eyes. She soon would lose her vision entirely. Surgery wasn't an option, as in her young life the cataracts would come back inevitably. Medication would help ease her pain, and eventually she would need both eyes removed to relieve her from constant pain.
We spent four great years together. She was as always our constant companion. We loved her unconditionally. We were forever grateful we had the opportunity to have her rather than someone who wouldn't treat her well and didn't have the means to help her.
Libby lived a short four years. We painfully had to say goodbye much earlier than anticipated. Medication was no longer able to control her pain. She couldn't sleep, wasn't able to eat, and spent her days panting and whining. It was such a difficult day, and still is. I can't think about it without shedding tears.
We didn't wait long until we got another dog. It had to be a lab! This time we rescued. We lucked out and got an incredible black Lab we named Molly. The shelter assumed she had been used as a puppy mill and set free to roam and fend for herself. She was picked up as a stray. We fell in love immediately and are so grateful to have another dog that shows us unconditional love each day. A dog who is tender hearted, who protects us, and who lets our children (four under eight) climb, jump, and lay on her. So yes, the Blog's name is Molly's Chronicles, however is in tribute to Libby the great!
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All that changed on our first meeting. She and I instantly bonded. Although my wife (Trisha) had spent two weeks with her, Libby and I had an instant connection. She had big, beautiful green eyes, a little white spot on her chest, and a rich chocolate brown coat that was beautiful.
Libby became our first "child." She came everywhere with us. We traveled with her, camped with her, took her on walks. She was truly our best friend.
After having her a few short months, we noticed some difficulties in her vision and even in her walking. It was at a local dog park when we got the bad news. A veterinarian approached us and asked us if our dog was blind. We thought maybe she was clumsy, but this vet told us it was obvious she had cataracts and had very poor vision. After an initial panic and some state of shock, we made several appointments with specialists, and all confirmed what we already knew. Libby had retinal dysplasia and hip dysplasia. Cataracts were in both eyes. She soon would lose her vision entirely. Surgery wasn't an option, as in her young life the cataracts would come back inevitably. Medication would help ease her pain, and eventually she would need both eyes removed to relieve her from constant pain.
We spent four great years together. She was as always our constant companion. We loved her unconditionally. We were forever grateful we had the opportunity to have her rather than someone who wouldn't treat her well and didn't have the means to help her.
Libby lived a short four years. We painfully had to say goodbye much earlier than anticipated. Medication was no longer able to control her pain. She couldn't sleep, wasn't able to eat, and spent her days panting and whining. It was such a difficult day, and still is. I can't think about it without shedding tears.
We didn't wait long until we got another dog. It had to be a lab! This time we rescued. We lucked out and got an incredible black Lab we named Molly. The shelter assumed she had been used as a puppy mill and set free to roam and fend for herself. She was picked up as a stray. We fell in love immediately and are so grateful to have another dog that shows us unconditional love each day. A dog who is tender hearted, who protects us, and who lets our children (four under eight) climb, jump, and lay on her. So yes, the Blog's name is Molly's Chronicles, however is in tribute to Libby the great!
Molly
Libby the great
Libby the great
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