That’s all our friend Mollie, her Mom Cindy, and her Dad wanted. A sun room. But this sun room became to them like an Alby Truss, something that follows them around and brings nothing but trouble.
The building of their sun room began, according to my calculations, sometime in 1992. Mollie has her favorite spot in the sun removed. There was banging and booming, sawing and swearing, all day long. Now they are waiting for the painters to get done (we remember the hot week in July when the painters took over our house, no fun) and then for the ceramic tile to come in. Seems endless to me.
And they need to have an inspector come in. An inspector is a lot like a dogtor. They poke and prod until they find something wrong. We can only hope that Mollie’s sun room is done before the snow melts.
But that is not why we honor Mollie, much like our our friends last week, we honor them because after all this work, her Daddy has taken ill. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Daddy once told me how they checked for that and I slapped him right in the mouth. Sicko!
The cancer was low risk so Mollie hadn’t barked about it before. He had surgery and it went well. Mollie’s Mommy said it was a textbook surgery. I hope when Mommy has her surgery the doctor doesn’t need a textbook to do it but anyway, the surgery went fine.
But the recovery didn’t go as expected. Mollie’s Daddy had a triple bypass in 1996 and his repaired heart wasn’t working like it should. It is such a human problem, you get yourself steely for one problem and another comes around your blind side and slaps you in the head.
Mollie’s Daddy’s heart can’t seem to get into rhythm. He was allowed to go home hut human hospitals always need more beds so we hope he wasn’t let go too early. Mollie’s Daddy has been getting lots of shakes, and he doesn’t have a lot of energy.
He is going to see the doctor on Monday, and Mollie’s Mom is hoping to check with his heart doctor too. Right now what Mollie needs is some prayers and no one does better prayer brigades than dogs.
So tonight let’s say some prayers for Mollie’s Dad to get back to normal so he can finish the sun room and Mollie can get her place in the sun back. Then they can both lie down and have a good, long rest.