The wake up call

I am off this week.
The fantasy of my days off was sleeping in everyday.
The reality of my days off is this.....
Getting woken up EVERY MORNING at 6am by two 4-legged roosters announcing their presence by staring at me and wagging their tails against the bed, earthquake-like.

Happy Holidays from Rocco & Molly

Wishing you a peaceful holiday and a blessed new year!

Santa's little helper

This was my wrapping area this evening pre-Rocco.



And then came Rocco.









Sigh. Well at least he's technically helping me to pick up the paper from the floor.

Twas a few days before Christmas...

And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Especially two big dogs.









Well, maybe because its been so cold here.
And yes, that says NEGATIVE five degrees.



Truthfully, I haven't felt like doing much either.
Its too darn cold!

Puppy Love

When we eat dinner, the dogs are nearby.
When we sleep, the dogs sleep with us.
When we sit in the yard on warm summer nights, the dogs lie at our feet.

You get the picture, right?

So when we try to watch TV, it makes perfect sense (to them) that they will also be involved.
But how can we possibly watch TV when Rocco and Molly are distributing kisses?

Because who can resist Rocco & Molly puppy love?

3,000 hits!

Rocco would like to thank you everyone for their continued support of his blog. Today we reached 3,000 hits!

Thank you for embracing his stories. He truly is one of a kind!

Our Super Hero

Molly the Superdog is doing great!

The surgery to repair her torn ligament was 2-weeks ago. My husband took out her staples on Saturday. Her incision has healed nicely. She is walking both up the stairs and down the stairs with the vet's blessing. She is trying to walk on the healing leg, lightly putting her weight on it instead of scampering around on 3-legs.
She is an excellent patient, and is well on the road to recovery.

Here's the thing.

I don't think this is Molly.

Because she certainly does not ACT like Molly.

The fake Molly has been waking us up EVERY SINGLE MORNING between 2am-4am, barking at the front window, in full protect mode. We will grogilly get up to investigate, but by the time that we get there the source of the noise is gone.

And during the day, she is humble and lovable.
Just like Shoeshine Boy (girl).
Can you see where this is going?
At night, she turns into a superhero, protecting her home with ultrasonic hearing and X-ray vision.

I think Molly had transformed into Underdog.



I'm not kidding.
There's no need for fear,
Underdog is here.

I should look into her pain medication that we give her every day. Maybe we've been giving her Underdog's Super Energy Pill!

The Evil Shovel

Rocco hates the shovel. And now that snow has officially arrived in the Midwest, he is on high shovel alert, stalking it, then attacking it every chance that he gets.
It's like a hockey game every time I have to shovel a path in the yard.
A path I am shoveling FOR the dogs.
I turn into a goaltender and the sidewalk is the attack zone. There are rebounds and blocked shots and saves.
I think I need an NHL referee to get thru this winter.
Because shoveling certainly has become a type of backyard hockey game with Rocco.
Thankfully, without a puck.

Feliz Navi-dog

Thanks anyway, Gina and Jackie.
It really was a FUNNY plan to dress the dogs in sombreros and serapes for this year's Christmas card. We even brought back mini sombrero's from our Mexico trip this past summer for this much anticipated card.
Feliz Navidog.
Great concept.
Bad idea.
Especially with our dogs. Who hate anything on their heads, and break out into frenzied running when they see me with both a camera and a doggie headpiece in my hands.
Don't believe me?
Check out our TEST shots with Rocco. This was a PRACTICE run, to get him used to wearing the doggie sombrero.
Yeah. It spent more time hanging off his head than sitting on his head.
Besides the fact that Rocco looked like a crazed, rabid dog the entire time.
Maybe next year?
Um, no. It would probably be EASIER to take the dogs to Mexico for a Feliz Navi-dog photo than to put those sombreros back on their heads.
Roco and Molly are photo Grinch's.
Bah Humbug.

Our Million Dollar Baby

Or should I say, our $1,324 Molly.
Times two.
That what it cost for Miss Molly's surgery for her SECOND torn ACL.

Here is Miss Molly at the Animal Hospital, waiting to meet with her surgeon.



Here is Miss Molly, waiting for someone to open the door so she can make a quick get-away.





It was really difficult to leave her overnight. We probably called the clinic four times that night to check on her.
When she came home, she looked so pathetic. Her leg was shaved, she had staples instead of stitches, and an IV bandage on her front leg.
Can you tell she's still groggy from her pain meds in this picture?





We put foam collars on her neck to help keep her from licking her incision.



Rocco has been well behaved, and keeping an eye on Molly. He actually took a nap with her this weekend. It was very sweet.



Molly is feeling better, scampering around the house on three legs. Her staples come out in one week, and by April, she will be ready to play her favorite game, catching her Frisbee.

Thanks to all of our family and friends for the puppy prayers. They helped!

And I just wanted to post this picture. It was in the vet's office when we dropped off Molly.
God Bless veterinarians for keeping our fur babies safe and healthy.

A trip to the vet

Rocco just had his 2-year old vet visit for his shots. That day it was rainy and cold. Rocco loves to hang his head out the window during car rides. Unfortunately, because of the rain, I could just open the window a few inches.
That did not stop him from trying to get his nose out the window.



At the vet he was weighed. Our boy weights 108-lbs!



He got his shots and cried like a baby. Afterward, he got a treat for being a good boy.



The vet said Rocco will not get any taller, but he might get wider. Next year he could weigh 120-lbs!
And next year he will probably cry again when he gets his shots.
My poor big and bad but dainty boy.

Uh oh

Hey mom! Look at the pastry brush I took out of a kitchen drawer!


(spit) What pastry brush?


Uh Oh. I think I'm in trouble.

The Great Grill Caper

One afternoon last week Rocco and I were in the backyard. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a squirrel sitting on top of the grill.
Yep, the pear-eating-Rocco-nemesis-squirrel.
Sitting ON TOP of the grill.
In a spit second, Rocco lunged at the squirrel, KNOCKING OVER our 150-pound grill. Yep, he knocked it OVER.



I ran into the house to grab my camera. Either its grab the camera or have a nervous breakdown with Rocco's antics. When I ran back outside he had the nerve to be PETRIFIED of the grill in its sprawled out state.



He eventually got his courage back and began to investigate his mess.





That's why I ALWAYS have my camera ready to document Rocco's calamities.
Who could believe he knocked over a GRILL?