The Canine Zombie Apocalypse

I have never watched one episode of The Walking Dead but there is a certain segment of our society that wants to believe that not only is the Zombie Apocalypse possible, it is imminent. I do not know if dogs will be involved in this Apocalypse but I am pretty sure that it is the smell of bacon that will bring the dogs back from the dead. The smell of frying bacon will bring Molly out of a deep slumber every time and from all the way across the house and from behind closed doors. I am pretty sure every animal would have their trigger as to what wakes them up. With the squirrels it would be mushrooms (that is according to the hop head squirrel that lives in the trees in the front yard), with cats I am guessing it would be the smell of tuna, with pigs it would be a big old bucket of slop, and so on and so forth.

The Canine Zombie Apocalypse

I have never watched one episode of The Walking Dead but there is a certain segment of our society that wants to believe that not only is the Zombie Apocalypse possible, it is imminent. I do not know if dogs will be involved in this Apocalypse but I am pretty sure that it is the smell of bacon that will bring the dogs back from the dead. The smell of frying bacon will bring Molly out of a deep slumber every time and from all the way across the house and from behind closed doors. I am pretty sure every animal would have their trigger as to what wakes them up. With the squirrels it would be mushrooms (that is according to the hop head squirrel that lives in the trees in the front yard), with cats I am guessing it would be the smell of tuna, with pigs it would be a big old bucket of slop, and so on and so forth.

The Canine Zombie Apocalypse

I have never watched one episode of The Walking Dead but there is a certain segment of our society that wants to believe that not only is the Zombie Apocalypse possible, it is imminent. I do not know if dogs will be involved in this Apocalypse but I am pretty sure that it is the smell of bacon that will bring the dogs back from the dead. The smell of frying bacon will bring Molly out of a deep slumber every time and from all the way across the house and from behind closed doors. I am pretty sure every animal would have their trigger as to what wakes them up. With the squirrels it would be mushrooms (that is according to the hop head squirrel that lives in the trees in the front yard), with cats I am guessing it would be the smell of tuna, with pigs it would be a big old bucket of slop, and so on and so forth.

The Vulture

I reference Snoopy of Peanuts fame quite a bit in Molly's World and with good reason. I was making my breakfast of bacon and eggs this morning and Molly was ready to pounce as soon as a piece of bacon hit the floor. That reminded me of the character Snoopy used to play, the Vulture. Snoopy would sit on top of his doghouse and act like he was getting ready to swoop in and finish off his prey. That was the way I felt when I was frying my bacon and Molly was watching me intently. She ended up getting her fair share of the bacon so her mission was accomplished. Molly can be quite intimidating.

Sweet Grass

Growing up, I remember my father's hunting dogs would always stop by the side of the road and chew on some grass. My father told me that they did that to make themselves sick as a means of curing what ailed them. Molly eats more grass than any dog I have ever seen but she does not get sick that much. I asked Molly's Vet about it and he believed that she ate "sweet grass" in order to relieve some sort of stomach irritation. Whatever the reason, Molly eats as much grass as a cow and she doesn't seem any worse for it. She still has a healthy appetite so if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

The Turtle Is Mine

On our first walk this morning Molly discovered the Baby Mutant Ninja Turtle. He was headed back towards the house (he has evidently decided to make this his home base). Molly snatched the baby turtle up in her mouth and took off with him. I did not know what she had in her mouth and it took forever for me to get her to spit it out but when she did, the turtle came tumbling out of her mouth. The turtle (in the line of great artists we will call him Picasso) came out fighting mad but I picked him up, wiped him, off, and set him back down in the sea of clover.

Milestone

Molly and I hit another milestone yesterday. We had our 20,000th view of Molly's World. Admittedly, probably half of those views were probably mine doing some after the fact proofreading and editing but we still hit 20,000. I realize that some blogs get that in a day's time but we started out small and stayed small in spite of our best efforts to go national. Fame and fortune would not do either of us any good and we enjoy our anonymity. We can go on our walks and go down to the local park without being mobbed for autographs and having to pose for selfies. We have gained a little bit of attention with our blog and it has always been a work in progress.

The Sneaky Molly

Every dog has a sneaky side to them and Molly is no different in that respect. She will bring me her leash and want to be taken for a walk and if I am deeply involved in a project I am working on, my mind is elsewhere. We will take a leisurely walk and when we come back inside after one of our walks, Molly gets two treats. Molly can tell when I am distracted and she will convince me that I have not given her the two treats yet. I will give her two more treats and she graciously accepts them and goes on about her business.

Spinning Her Wheels

I had a chance to observe getting ready for bed last night and it was entertaining to say the least. Molly got in the bed and laid down. Molly evidently was not comfortable so she got up a couple of minutes later and start walking around in a circle looking for the perfect spot. She walked in the circle for about two minutes and then she started using her nose to nudge the covers into a little nest and to move the pillows into just the right position. When Molly was satisfied with her work, she laid down to test it out. She then laid down and was fast asleep. Maybe I should try all of that so I can get a good night's sleep.

Get On Up

I make a lot of pop culture references in my blogs and today's reference is to the Godfather of Soul James Brown and his song "Get On Up." Molly was laying on the hardwood floors in my living room yesterday and she indicated that she wanted a belly rub. She was laying on the far side of the living room and I was sitting in my computer chair. I told her to get up and come to me and she would get her belly rub. She could not get any traction on the floor so what she ended up doing looked like the canine version of the Curly Shuffle. I started singing "Get On Up" to help her out some and cheer her on and all I got was more of the Curly Shuffle. I ended up having to give her a boost.

Molly's Voice

Molly and I were watching one of our favorite shows this morning, Supernatural, and it was the one where Dean had to drink this potion and recite a spell where he could communicate with animals. The main animal on this show was a German Shepherd. The producers gave all of the dogs a different voice and that got me to thinking of what Molly would sound like if she had a voice. I believe Molly would sound like the actress Olivia Ryan Stern who played the part of Tracy Bell on the Supernatural episode "Devil May Care" in season nine, episode two. Olivia Ryan Stern played the role of a smoking hot hunter with a powerful feminine voice. That would definitely be Molly.

A Long Memory

Molly has had more than her share of ticks already this summer and most of them I have had to pull off the hard way. A piece of her skin has come with one of them and Molly has not forgotten that. It had to sting a little bit so now every time I go near Molly with tweezers she looks at me warily and gets up and moves growling as she does so. It is like she is saying "I am not falling for that again" and she definitely wasn't buying into "this is going to hurt me more than it does you." We are in a holding pattern for the time being as far as the tick thing goes until I can figure something else out.

Update- I smothered the tick in Vaseline but Molly still will not let me close enough to remove it from her but at least it is dead.

Ticks

The ticks are bad this year. I am pulling one to two a day off of Molly and she got so tired of me doing it, she started doing it herself. Molly took a nip at me when I was trying to remove one with a pair of tweezers and she convinced me that she could do it herself. I still keep an eye on the situation but Molly has it under control.

Father's Day

I have often seen and heard people refer to their dogs as fur babies or fur children and I guess Molly qualifies for that title. My friends that know her often refer to her as Queen, Princess, or Diva and all of those titles probably apply as well. Molly and I are going to spend a nice quiet day in remembrance of my father better known as Pops. Pops knew dogs. Pops could train a dog to Moon Walk if he wanted to and I have had several people come to me and tell me stories about how Pops had helped them with their dogs. Those kinds of stories always bring a smile to my face and that is the legacy of Pops.

Today Is My Birthday

The 17th was Molly's 14 birthday and it passed with little fanfare (Molly does not wear party hats), we had a quiet celebration of dog treats and we took a nap, and then I had to go to work. We did Molly's favorite activity and took a long walk down by Laurel Creek but she did not get to chase anything. The only thing we saw was the mushroom eating squirrel and I thought it would be best for us not to mess with him. 14 years old is quite a milestone for a dog and Molly ha made it with grace and dignity.

The Baby Mutant Ninja Turtle

When Molly and I were taking our morning walk this morning, Molly immediately caught the scent of something as soon as we stepped off of the porch. After a thorough inspection of the front yard, Molly still could not locate whatever it was that was giving off the scent that only she seemed to be able to smell. I happened to look down and saw a real tiny turtle trying to navigate his way through a sea of clover. I would not let Molly mess with him so I picked him up, took several pictures of him with my cell phone and then my Nikon camera. The turtle kept his head out the entire time and did not retreat into his shell, posed for some selfies, and I put him down and sent him on his way. I guided Molly back in the house before we found out if the turtle was really a ninja. Who wants their ass kicked by a baby turtle?

The Baby Mutant Ninja Turtle

When Molly and I were taking our morning walk this morning, Molly immediately caught the scent of something as soon as we stepped off of the porch. After a thorough inspection of the front yard, Molly still could not locate whatever it was that was giving off the scent that only she seemed to be able to smell. I happened to look down and saw a real tiny turtle trying to navigate his way through a sea of clover. I would not let Molly mess with him so I picked him up, took several pictures of him with my cell phone and then my Nikon camera. The turtle kept his head out the entire time and did not retreat into his shell, posed for some selfies, and I put him down and sent him on his way. I guided Molly back in the house before we found out if the turtle was really a ninja. Who wants their ass kicked by a baby turtle?

The Baby Mutant Ninja Turtle

When Molly and I were taking our morning walk this morning, Molly immediately caught the scent of something as soon as we stepped off of the porch. After a thorough inspection of the front yard, Molly still could not locate whatever it was that was giving off the scent that only she seemed to be able to smell. I happened to look down and saw a real tiny turtle trying to navigate his way through a sea of clover. I would not let Molly mess with him so I picked him up, took several pictures of him with my cell phone and then my Nikon camera, and I put him down and sent him on his way. I guided Molly back in the house before we found out if the turtle was really a ninja. Who wants their ass kicked by a baby turtle?

Stomach Pills Vs. Dog Treats

I have been taking over the counter acid reducers for I don't know how long and I usually just take them at night. The other afternoon I was having the heartburn from hell and other issues, so I headed into the kitchen to take a few of the stomach pills to calm my stomach down. I had something else on my mind and I, out of habit, reached into Molly's bag of dog treats and grabbed a couple of those instead. Luckily I caught the strong aroma of bacon before I put them in my mouth. Molly believes they are very tasty but I am not wanting to find out. I would have to say that the moral of this story is that Molly has me pretty well trained. She ended up getting the treats as she also smelled the aroma of bacon when I opened the bag.

The Heat Of The Day

As I have written before, the heat really slows Molly down. Our morning walks could be times with a sun dial on really hot mornings and our first heat wave of the summer arrived with a lot of fanfare from the weather forecasters this morning. Molly and I did not need someone to tell us that our ass was going to be dragging. Because of my second shift work schedule now, Molly does not have to walk in the worst heat of the day but it I still bad enough. We both just keep plodding along.

The Molly Factor

Whenever Molly became major part of my life, I became cognizant of what I call "the Molly factor." Everyone I brought into my life I introduced to Molly. She quickly let me know who she liked and who she didn't like. She did not like damn near all of them. Molly saw the women that I introduced to her as threats and she treated them as such. She bit quiet a few of them, snapped at others, and has only really liked one. The Molly factor took no prisoners and spared none.

Falcons On The Hunt

I was sitting outside at one of the picnic tables the other day and I heard the peregrine falcon that has taken up residence in the woods near my house except she sounded a whole lot closer than normal. I started looking in the trees to see if I could spot the falcon and sure enough, she was perched in a tree not to far from where I was sitting. I do not know if the falcon was taunting its prey or what, but the falcons cries were coming fast and furious. I kept watching to see what would happen and the falcon flew from its perch, came screaming through the woods, and snatched a much smaller bird out of mid air and choked the life out of it. It was quick, brutal, and efficient. The falcon coasted further down into the woods with its prize firmly gripped in its claws. I did not need to see what happened after that because I believe the basic "rules of the jungle" were applied and the small bird became lunch for the falcon family. It was an impressive and powerful display of nature.

A Few Days Off

Molly and I decided to take a few days off from our blogging to recharge our batteries. Today we are staying inside to take a break from the heat as the temperature is supposed to reach about 90 degrees. Molly and I do not handle the heat well and we look like two Bedouins staggering across the desert looking for an oasis. I can see Molly wearing a white cotton tob and an aba with a kufeya covering her head with an igal holding it in place. I believe Molly went set the standard for Bedouin dogs. Thank God for air conditioning.

Signs

Molly has always sent me these really subtle signs when she is trying to communicate with me. Standing beside me breathing on me after we get back in from one of our walks means that I forgot to give her the two treats she is allotted, cutting these eye watering farts that make you gag means that she needs to go out real bad, and barking at me and continually going to the door also means she needs out. Nothing will get her outside faster than the eye watering farts if at the very least to get her outside and let my house air out. She knows how to communicate with authority.

A Cat's Eyes

Molly and I were finishing up our afternoon walk yesterday and I happened to see the orange tabby neighborhood cat keeping a watchful eye on us as we walked down the driveway. All of the cats in the neighborhood keep a watchful eye on Molly. The orange tabby watched us walk down the driveway and when Garfield decided we were not a threat, he had a seat in the driveway to see if he could sniff out some dinner. This property is a fertile hinting ground for all animals and I guess it depends on what end of the food chain you are on.

The Bacon Monster Lives

I find out this morning that the Bacon Monster is alive and well and living in my house. I made one of my favorite breakfasts this morning, fresh blueberry pancakes and four strips of bacon, and as soon as the smell of bacon wafted through the house and into the bedroom, Molly was up like a hot and sitting beside me. That is her way of reminding me that she is still here, she loves bacon, and that she needs to get her share. The reason I fry four pieces of bacon is because Molly gets one. I was lucky enough that she gave me my finger back this time. I will call it a win/win.

The Squirrel On 'Shrooms- Round Three

Molly and I ran into the squirrel again and he was loading up on mushrooms one more time. I do not know if it is the same squirrel or if he is passing the word among his friends that this is some quality home grown that he has discovered. At any rate, this squirrel was chewing this huge mushroom and me and Molly walked right up on him. He then took off up a tree and then he was hanging upside down from a tree limb still eating away on the mushroom. If animals can get drunk then I am sure they can probably suffer from the hallucinogenic effects of mushrooms. Maybe they are just tasty and not mind altering.

The 1000th Blog Post

This is the 1000th post in Molly's World. The media was not waiting out in the front yard to interview me and Molly, there was no parade, and no confetti falling from the ceiling. The President of the United States did not even call us to congratulate us. We started with no fan fare and we made it this far with no recognition. I never set out to be a writer but now I have decided I want this to be a career path. For all of the attention my blog gets, I may want to rethink that career path but I enjoy writing whether anyone reads it or not. It is now time for Molly and me to take our celebratory walk around the neighborhood.

Squirrel on 'Shrooms- Double Vision

I do not know what is going on with the squirrel population at my house. I saw a squirrel with a monster mushroom yesterday afternoon and Molly and I walked right up on him before he ever ran off. He made sure he took the mushroom with him and scampered up and tree with the mushroom in his mouth. The mushroom is either very tasty or the squirrel is addicted to the hallucinogenic already. I know that they have done studies where various animals have become addicted to alcohol and nicotine and other drugs but I have never heard of a squirrel on mushrooms.