I'm Molly O'Mally and I'm proud to say.....

.....I'm twelve years old! TWELVE!!!

Hi, everyone! Hank is taking a blog break so that I can update you on a very important subject......ME!

First and foremost, I had emergency bladder surgery two weeks ago today! Ouchie! Mommy took me to the emergency vet clinic thinking I just had another pesky bladder infection. Was she surprised when an x-ray showed my little bladder swollen up like a balloon! The nice doctor did surgery to relieve my bladder of all that pee pee. Now I have to take "old lady pills" (as mommy calls them) to make my bladder contract like it should. I'm feeling pretty frisky now but check me out ten days ago!





I sure hope my fur grows back! (I'm very vain, you know.)


On to a happier note.....my twelfth birthday was a week ago Sunday! I still wasn't quite up to par and not much in the mood for frivolity so no party hats this time. But cake? HO, YEAH!!!




Hank had to get his piece, of course......




Here's Becca nearly taking off mommy's hand!




One more piece for me......too bad, Hanky!




Before I forget, BIG thanks and kisses to Aunt Annie for coming over to feed and check on me while mommy and my cousins went to something called a "beetle" festival in Chicago.



Why in the world would beetles be worthy of their own festival? Although I hear they're a delicacy in India!


Oh, and thanks to all of you who've called, e-mailed or left messages on mommy's Facebook wishing me well.

Pugs and Kisses!

Aw, Crap!

Hey, y'all:


It's been crazy here at Brandt Drive Home for the Visually Impaired! Can't do none o' my fancy bloggin' fer a while 'cause the hard drive crashed and burned, and mom can't figger out how to get Photoshop on this here laptop. Where is dad when we need him?!?!?!

Speakin' o' dad, he's now an official student truck driver and is travelin' all over the place I tell ya what. I can't wait 'til he gets his own truck......can't ya just pitcher me in the cab?! YEE HAWWWW!!!!

Now, some of you already know this but my sister, Molly O'Malley, had to have emergency surgery on her bladder last week! The sawbones that saw her at the emergency clinic said he'd never seen a bladder that big. That thing was swelled up like a balloon! Somethin' 'bout a chronic bladder infection and how it was not lettin' her bladder contract. Mom had to have words with Molly's regular vet. Lemme tell ya, I don't know where those folks got their DVM license but mom's pretty sure it was through a correspondence course.

Now don't you worry....Molly is gettin' better everyday. Why just yesterday she bit me on the butt! And that's sayin' a lot 'specially since she turned twelve last Sunday.

And since dad's been gone, mom's had to get her butt off the computer and do some real work around this house. Sweet Betty, she thought the pool cleaned itself!

So as you can see, there's not been much time fer bloggin'. Anyhoo....just wanted to touch base with y'all and say "hey" to my blog buddies. As soon as mom gets this computer stuff straightened out we'll share some Molly b-day pics and other cool stuff.

In the meantime, enjoy this little gem that has become me and dad's theme song.....




Yep. Mmmhmm.

Community Service

Hey, y'all:


Ran into a little trouble last week. Thursday night me and Joe Jack were walkin' (okay, stumblin') home from poker night at Jimbo and Dale's house. We were almost to my house when nature started callin' so I decided to water the neighbor's petunias. Wouldn't ya know a dang cop drove by and busted me fer public intoxication!!!

Now, as the cop was makin' me try to walk a straight line, Joe Jack took off and left me! Look at him! He's a sneaky son of a gun I tell ya what.





Anyhoo, that cop was a good ol' boy so he said he wouldn't take me to the pokey, but I had to do community service. (Plus, he knew I was in enough trouble when mom woke up at two a.m. to find me and him at the front door!)

So me and mom went to this street festival with Apollo and his mom Jami to represent KPR.





Molly came too, just sos she could lecture me about drinkin' and walkin'.....





My pal Apollo decided to give me a stern talkin' to, too. Geez, I had 'em both yammerin' in my ear!





Then if that weren't bad enough, I had to pose fer pitchers.....with CLOWNS! GAHHHH!!! (From mom: notice how Hank is ignoring them!)





Speakin' o' clowns, this numb nut had the nerve to say that pugs are ugly! But whut do I expect from somebody who'd wear a shirt like this.....





I ended up charmin' that fella but still didn't like him. Gitcher mitts off me, buddy!




Apollo sure was eatin' up all the attention.





Ahhhh.....a NASCAR fan! Finally! Someone I can relate to!





We had some purty cute kids come by.







So as you can see, it was an exhaustin' day, and sweet Betty, I have learned my lesson! I'll just have to bite the bullet and start wearin' Depends on poker night.


Yep. Mmmhmm.