Merry Christmas from Roy and Mollie 

and the rest of us!

Mollie helping Dad get on his walking shoes.

Phil and I went to Brooklyn to celebrate Thanksgiving with our girls.  Since Mollie is only 5 1/2 months old, we didn't feel she would be comfortable on a 16 hour car ride as well as having to find a tree with a spot of dirt to relieve herself in NYC.  So, we decided to board them both (a first for Roy) with our new Vets.

That turned out to be a big mistake.  When we got back home, both fur babies seemed to be suffering from a urinary tract infection since both were constantly urinating.  Roy's bowels were upset also.  I immediately called the Vet, but Phil thought we ought to wait and see if the problem would clear itself up once they got back into their own routine.

Phil proved to be right.  We ultimately decided that their problems were due to stress and not an infection.  After a few days they seem back to normal, except that Mollie seems to have forgotten her housebreaking rules!  She is not trusted again with the run of the house until she has earned our trust back.

When we arrived at the Vet's office to pick them up, I could hear Mollie start barking when she heard my voice.  Roy just wanted to "get the Hell out of there!"  When we got home, they both ran through the house barking as if in protest that we would put them in a place that would treat them like a dog!