Not a Morning Dog

Sometimes my mom gets up at 7 am to go to a client's house. And she expects me to get up too. No way! She says, "C'mon on Mollie, get up." I ignore her until she uses her mean voice, then I'm like, "Okay, okay, I'm up!"

Why can't I just stay in bed and go pee on the piddle pad (or near it, in my usual way)? I like sleeping. It is a good thing.

Lucky Number Seven

Before moving to Maryland from the puppy mill in Kansas I had a different name. Can you guess what it was? I was called #7. Yup. I was just a number. However, maybe it was lucky for me. I have a mommy who loves me now. I have a comfy couch to snooze on all day long. I have a warm bed to sleep in at night.

Yup. I'm a lucky pup. I don't hate the number seven. My mom says she's the lucky one to have me in her life, so we both came out winners. Vegas, look out!

What's Mom Doing to Me?

What is this thing she put over my butt? I don't like it. Not one bit. Is this because I peed in the bed? Twice. I'm sorry Mommy. Please take this thing off me. I promise to be good. I know you were really cross at me for waking you up at 4:30 in the morning the other day. And also for making you take a morning off to go to the laundrymat to clean your comforter. I don't like your "mean" voice. I'm sorry. I really am.

I won't do it again. Now, what exactly is it that I did wrong?

Stuffies

I love 'em. I like 'em in the bed with me. All of 'em. I really like my mommy to play with me and my stuffies at night. I go wild trying to grab 'em from my mom. She tires of the game easily. I could play all night! I think I like my monkey the best. He makes a cool noise. It sounds like this: "WAAAA - WA - WA - WAAAA!"

I can reach my paws up really high to reach 'em. Sometimes I topple over, but that's okay. I never fall off the bed. Mommy puts them back in my stuffie basket, but I usually bring 'em back to bed. All 28 of 'em.

Brrrr...It's cold out there!

Mommy took me out this morning and boy, was it windy! I did a quick pee and said, "No thanks," to the walk. I bolted back to the deck. Mommy just tsk-tsked me because she had to go meet with a client.

When Mommy returned, I was in my newest favorite spot, "our" bed. Mommy calls it her bed, but she should know better! She said that the S word is in the forecast. What? Oh, snow. Why do DCers freak out at that word? Just stay inside if you don't like it! I'm down with that...and a pumpkin latte please.

Life is Good

I am adjusting to the easy life in Maryland now. I love my new forever home...a lot! It is hard to beleve it has been six months already.

I am going to start being better about writing in my blog, I promise! I want to start by talking about the doggy dip party I went to after Labor Day. I had so much fun! I wasn't scared to be around all the people there. I sniffed a lot of dogs. I didn't dare go in the pool though. Baby steps for now! I even let two nice ladies hold me on their laps...keeping one eye on my mommy at ALL times!

My mommy was so proud of me that she stop putting that funny pill in my cheese pieces in the morning. Hey wait...when was the last time I had a cheese piece in the morning?

My First Vacation: Meet the Family

Two weeks ago my mom put me in the back of her car and started driving...and driving! I had no idea where she was taking me. I was a little nervous she was driving me back to Kansas!

Nine long hours later we arrived in Michigan. Mom said it was a vacation and I was about to meet my Nana, aunts, uncle and cousins. I just wanted to be on my safe and comfy couch! I was tired after the long drive. Mommy stopped several times to let me pee and poo and stretch my little legs. I wasn't scared! Mommy held my leash really tight. She was afraid I'd try to run away. No way! Once we arrived, I wasn't scared when my Nana came out to meet us. She kissed me. That was nice!

I soon discovered that Nana had a comfy couch too! That was where I spent most of my ten days in Michigan. I was nervous outside. I soon learned it was okay to pee on the rocks by the pool. Every morning that was the first thing Mommy made me do. I obliged. I also went out on the grass in the front yard. Mommy never let me off the leash. In fact, she left me alone with Nana for one night while she went to East Lansing. I was so good for Nana. I slept alone on the comfy couch all night.

I did not have one accident in Nana's house! (Mommy can't understand why I keep letting loose back home.) I liked meeting my new family. Everyone was so nice to me. I liked lying out by the pool on a lounge chair, but every chance I got I ran back in the house and jumped onto my favorite spot on the couch.

It is going to take me some time to change my ways, but I will do it. I really will.

The Next Step

After the "little" incident with my mommy last week, she decided something had to be done about my fear of the outside world. Yes, I have gained a "little" weight, but give me a break! I've been having babies for the past three years and I am just relaxing now!

On Monday I starting taking something called Xanax. I don't know when Mom gives it to me, but I suspect it is in the morning when she gives me little chunks of cheese as a treat. I love cheese!

So far, I have been very good at avoiding going for long walks. However, I feel things are about to change very soon.

Sorry Mom!

So, yesterday my mom made me go for a walk. I said no, but she is stronger than me and she wouldn't drop my lead! I pooped and I thought that was that...now she'll take me home. But she didn't! Instead she kept walking away from the house.

As we got to the steps I ran towards the grass and Mommy lost her grip and she fell. FACE FIRST into the sidewalk. OUCH! I kinda felt bad, 'cause I kept running back to the safety of my deck. Mom made it home okay, but she had a scraped knee and face. She also had a HUGE goose egg near her eye. She wasn't mad at me. (I hope!) However, when she woke up today her whole eyelid was a deep purple. She looks gross.

Sorry Mom, but you do.

Hello Maryland!

Hi Y'all!

I am Mollie. I am approximately four years old. My mommy doesn't know for sure because I was recently rescued from a puppy mill in Kansas. I was a breeder. Literally. I don't know exactly how many puppies I've sired in my short life, but it was a lot! I am done with that now thanks to the Westie Rescue of the Mid Atlantic. They brought me to Annapolis, Maryland, and that is where I met my mommy three months ago.

I am very timid. I don't know how to walk on a leash and I still pee and poo in the house, but I do it on piddle pads 85% of the time! I get scared when I am outside. I just want to be on the sofa all the time! I am okay when people come in my house when my mommy is here, but I don't like meeting people outside... yet.

I love my stuffies, especially the ones that squeak! I bring them ALL to bed at night. Mommy let me sleep in her bed one night, and now I am hooked! Mommy says I am getting fat and she is going to start making me go for longer walks. When I am outside I just want to run home and jump on the sofa.

Someday I am sure I will be ready to make new friends and play outside, but for now I am taking it slow. Real slow!

P.S. The pics above show what I looked like the day Mommy brought me home and two weeks later with my new 'do! Aren't I a cutie?