What a Week!

I am very sorry I haven't been here writing lately. Momma went back to work last week and Winston and I have been busy sleeping and, well, sleeping. Not much to do when Momma isn't home or is upstairs in her office. Even though it seems like we didn't have much going on, A LOT happened this past week.

First, on Tuesday our house shook. I had just finished my lunch and had come in from going potty. Winston and I were in the kitchen with Momma waiting to see if she would give us more food. All of a sudden the doors and windows shook. Momma looked concerned. Momma is pretty calm, but she knew something wasn't right. When it stopped she relaxed and Winston and I went to take our nap. Later, Momma said it was an earthquake. Now keep in mind, we live in Pennsylvania. Weird. Daddy said it shook a lot at his office near Philadelphia, but our house only moved a little bit.

On Saturday, it was THAT day. Every month I have to go visit Dr. H and get my shot for my Addison's. No blood test this time, HOORAY! But Dr. H said I am gaining too much weight and need to watch my figure. So Momma has adjusted my food and I am hungry. Now when I am hungry, all I have to do is go look under the fridge to see if we lost any food under there and magically Momma gives us a snack. We eat baby carrots and healthy things like that. I really miss my peanut butter though. In 2 weeks, I have to go back to the vet for my ACTH Stimulation test. I had one of these when I was sick in the hospital. Dr. W gave me the test and it's what told her I have Addison's. This time around, it's just to see how my Addison's is doing. Momma said it will take 3 hours...boo! I guess I'll just nap.

Saturday night, ohhhh boy. We had a heck of a storm. It lasted all night! Momma was very worried. She said we were having a hurricane named Irene and it was very dangerous. There were tornadoes all around us and lots of rain and wind. We got lots of water in the basement, but it's gone now. Even though Momma was worried and upset, Winston and I were calm and cool. We slept through the while thing. Look at Winston...tornadoes all around and this boy sleeps!


Last, but not least, I am a celebrity for real! I am the latest Famous Basset Hound at "Jowls of Fury!!" Check us out here: Jowls of Fury: Famous Basset Hound Friday

What a crazy week! We are all safe and sound (and almost dry). Hopefully, this week is quiet :)

Boo to Petsmart...and Momma!

Today Momma tricked us. She tricked us BAD! Petsmart is my favorite place on the whole entire earth. Well, it used to be. Today we got in the car and we drove over there. I was so happy to see all my friends, including my Meagan, who I have know since I was a teeny baby. She always gives me extra hugs and treats. I don't give kisses much, but I give them to her. I just love her. So I was very happy with all the attention I was getting. As we walked through the store, a guy working there asked Momma if he could take my picture for Twitter. Momma said yes and Daddy brought Winston over so he could get in on the fun too. He took this picture and posted it on the internet. Maybe I can be a famous basset on Jowls of Fury! FYI, I am not the blurry one. That's crazy Winston...boy, is he naughty today. He had to have a baffers too because he played in his poop. He's so gross!

Anyway, after that, we went into a little room where there were 2 dogs getting their hair cut. Well we don't have to get haircuts ever, so I figured we were just there to watch. Then Momma started talking to a lady that worked there and she was asking Momma all kinds of questions. I kept hearing Winston's name, so I felt safe. THEN I heard MY name. What? What are you plotting, Momma?? Next thing I knew, Winston walked away with the lady and I heard him YELLING and SCREAMING. When he came back to Momma, he was happy, but I had no idea why he had been so upset. Daddy took him out of the room for a walk and then the lady took me away! I got nervous when she put me up on her little table and put a leash on me. Ok, what's this? She told me I had a very cute face (::blush::) and said I was a sweet girl. Then this seemingly nice lady pulled out NAIL CLIPPERS!!! WHAT? HEY!!!!! Boy, did I get mad. I growled at her and barked (I never bark!)...she wouldn't stop! So I tried to bite her, but I couldn't reach her. I wasn't going to bite hard, just enough to tell her, in no uncertain terms, that I did not like what she was doing one bit. She was tough. She made me let her clip my nails then grind them smooth. When she was finished, she told me I was a nice girl who just didn't like nail clippers. Momma felt bad that we were so naughty, but the lady didn't mind. She said if we came back every 6 weeks, then we would get used to it. I dunno about that, but I'll bet Momma will make us do that again.

So for now, I am mad at Petsmart for clipping my nails. Boo Petsmart and especially BOOO MOMMA!!

My Little Bro

Some of you already know Winston, but some of you may not. Winston is my little brother (though he's almost as big as me now!). No, he REALLY is my brother...we have the same doggy mom and dad, but we are just from different litters. Crazy, isn't it?! I think it's kinda cool. How did all this happen? Well, here's Winston's story.

Momma was quite happy just having me. "One puppy is enough!" Momma said. But Daddy disagreed. He told her, "Molly needs a friend!" Momma argued against it, since she's the one who is always around taking care of me. She wasn't up for a second puppy...or WAS SHE? On a whim, she checked in with the breeder where I came from and found out that my doggy momma and daddy had another litter of cute basset babies. She looked at the pics the breeder provided and there he was...a cute little boy who was the same color as me and had a silly snout that was half brown and half white. Finally, she broke down and made an appointment to go see this puppy.

So one day, Momma and Daddy got in the car to go see the little guy...and they took me! Turns out the breeder wanted them to bring me so she could visit me. Momma explained that I would get to see my doggy momma and daddy, and also meet my new baby brother. MY WHAT??? NO ONE ASKED ME IF I WANTED A BABY BROTHER!!! As you can see, I was a little concerned by this prospect:
So we spent a loooong time in the car and when we finally got there, I was greeted by my doggy mom and dad, who were so happy to see me. I was very, very happy to see them. We played a little and mostly just sniffed each other and everything around.

That's me on the leash nosing my momma...daddy is looking at the camera.

While we were doing that, Momma was having her heart stolen by this little guy:


He was four weeks old and grunted at Momma the whole time she held him. "Molly, what do you think of this guy? Should he come live with us?" I just sniffed him and went back to playing. Whatever, Momma. Winston continued to grunt. We left, but we didn't take any puppies with us. I was hopeful. Maybe all his grunting told Momma that he should stay where he is.

THEN, 4 weeks later, it was back in the car...for a long, long time. What's up? Are we going to Petsmart? The park? The lake? The lake is kinda far away...we must be going there! When the car stopped, we were back at a very familiar place. Then I saw my doggy momma and daddy. Happy day!! Waaaaait a minute! Out pranced all these puppies and they all ran over to me! I didn't know what to do! Momma and Daddy chatted with the breeder lady and then we got in the car...WITH A PUPPY! Momma! What did you do?! Well, I hopped in the front seat and sat next to Daddy, while Momma sat in the back with the puppy from before. You guessed it - the grunter. Well, before we were even on the highway, I looked back and saw this:


He stayed like that the whole way home. I, however, let my feelings be known...by pooping in the car. HA! Take that Momma, Daddy, and Captain Grunty-pants!

When we got home, I begrudgingly showed Winston the yard that he would learn to poop and pee in. Then we went inside and I showed him where the water was, where the food is when it's dinner, and where the toys and our (MY!) dog bed was. He wandered around sniffing everything and even annoyed our orange kitty Nala (he still does this to this day). But we were both tired, so we did this:

I pretended I didn't like him for about 2 days, but then I decided that he was kinda fun. We would chase each other around the house and play with our toys. Momma would take us for walks and to Petsmart. Now here we are, 5 months later and we are still best friends...even though he bugs me sometimes. We do everything together. We even drink out of the water bowl at the same time. I guess Momma and Daddy knew what they were doing when they brought Winston home.

So how did Winston get his name? Well, that depends on who you ask - Momma or Daddy. Daddy always said if they ever got a boy basset, they would have to name him Winston. Daddy knows a grown-up basset named Winston and said he was really cool. I guess big Winston made Daddy like bassets. Apparently this guy can sit on his bum with his front feet in the air. Little Winston can't do that...yet! Me? HA! Forget that!

If you ask Momma, it's a whole other story. Momma is a history professor and she loves Winston Churchill. She says he was a smart, sassy, and stubborn Prime Minister of England during World War II. I know a lot about history from Momma. Also, John Lennon's middle name was Winston. Momma loves the Beatles. She says Winston does too! When she had to take him in the car to the vet to get his stitches out, he cried and cried until she turned on the Beatles. Then he was completely quiet. He has good taste!

So that's our story. Me and my baby bro are best friends for life!

How I got my name...

I forgot to tell you this part of the story. Ever wonder how I got my name Molly McFreckles? Well, after Momma and Daddy decided to get a new friend and they had fallen in love with my picture, they decided to name me. They hadn't even met me yet! But Momma has a good sense about these things and she looked at my picture and tried to come up with a name that suited me AND that Daddy liked. She had all kinds of crazy ideas, but she said she kept coming back to the name "Molly." Finally, she suggested it to Daddy and he liked it immediately. So there they were, on Cape Cod and they decided to take a walk around downtown Falmouth (where they were staying at my Aunt's house). They stopped in for lunch at an Irish pub called "Liam Maguire's"...Momma and Daddy love Irish pubs. Momma is Irish...Daddy can vouch for this, since she has that Irish temper.

Anyway, they were sitting in the pub having lunch and drinking Smithwick's beer. They started discussing my name and Daddy said how much he liked the name "Molly." Momma said it needed a little flair, since Molly is a common name (I say that's because IT ROCKS!!). Then she said, "How about Molly McFreckles, since she has a spotted nose and some freckles in her white fur?" Daddy loved it...and I was named Molly McFreckles!!

That's how it happened...I was named in an Irish pub on Cape Cod.

True Story...

Yesterday was Momma's last puppy's birthday. Zoey would have been 13, but she went to the bridge a little over a year ago. That's a sad thing. Momma thinks of her a lot...I mean A LOT! But there's always a silver lining, right? Because she lost Zoey, I got to come live with Momma. She was so sad and the house was so quiet...the kind of quiet that can make you crazy (even Winston and his tearing around the house until 1:00 this morning is still better than this type of quiet), so Momma decided that she needed another puppy to bring some life back into the house. Not a replacement for Zoey, but a new friend. So while Momma and Daddy were on vacation on Cape Cod last year (this week last year, in fact), they firmly decided that there would be a new puppy when they got home. They had been talking about it and decided that a Basset Hound was the perfect dog for them (uhhh duh!) and they even found the breeder where I was born. They got pictures of the puppies and instantly fell in love with me (and who wouldn't). They emailed the breeder from vacation and set up an appointment to come meet me the day after they got home.

Momma and Daddy had to drive an hour and a half to meet me. There was a really bad thunderstorm and it was a tough drive, but they got here just as it ended. They were feeling a lot of guilt for going to pick out a puppy so soon after losing Zoey, but Momma said she saw a rainbow in the sky as she got out of the car and decided that it was a message from Zoey. Zoey was telling them that it's ok to get a new friend, since she can't be here anymore. That made them feel better about everything.

I was 5 weeks old, so I couldn't leave my doggy Momma (her name is Dahlia...Daddy is named Buster). But I remember when Momma and Daddy walked in. We were in our doggy area and were allowed out to play since the rain had stopped. My doggy parents checked out Momma and Daddy and decided they were ok. So that's when we got to play. Well, I had 4 sisters (no brothers in this litter) and they all ran out into the yard. I stayed behind and nibbled on Momma's toes and her nice leather Kate Spade bag. Momma just laughed and said I had good taste (then took the bag away...boo Momma!). After that, I took a nice big poop and pee and set about winning Momma's heart. It didn't take long and before I knew it, I had a new home that I would be going to in 3 weeks. I knew I'd miss my doggy parents and my sisters, but these people seemed ok.

That was a year ago this week...I'll continue the rest of the story later. Until then, this is what I looked like when I met Momma and Daddy. I was a cute little bugger!

Thunderstorms...HA!

Not too long ago, I was scared of thunder. Momma was worried about this because it was only June and there was a lot of summer left...that means there were a lot of thunderstorms to come. Well, I am NOT a baby anymore now that I am 1 years old (even though Momma still calls me a puppy...sigh). I even eat big dog food now! No more puppy food for me! Annnnd I don't have potty accidents at night anymore! I don't even chew on things that aren't mine (unlike a certain little brother who will remain nameless). I was NOT the one who chewed a chunk out of the corner of the coffee table last week...WINSTON! See, I am not a puppy.

So since I am not a puppy, I am no longer afraid of silly things like thunderstorms. I've been in this world long enough to know that the thunder isn't going to get me. It's outside and I am inside. Besides, the door is locked, right? I usually sleep through the thunder now and, ok, I do wake up and look around to make sure everything is fine, but it's NOT because I am scared. I was even outside during thunder the other week, and nope, I didn't care one bit. Momma is very happy about this because this will help keep my Addison's in line. She doesn't have to worry if it storms while she's away.

See, I'm not a puppy. I'm all grown up!