A Tale of Terrier, Tempest and the 80’s, A Decade of Decadent Materialism
How is that for alliteration? Her story could not be properly told without putting it in the context of the times. She was our “Marley”. Her name was Tally, short for Tallulah. Yes, I called her many things but Tallulah was not one of them It was always Tally. Was she trying? Yes. Did we love her? Oh yes, and God I miss her still.
Dad with his Boston Terrier, 1940
To understand her tale we must frame it in the decade that was… the 80’s. David Letterman’s gap-toothed grin was a familiar sight on our late night TV. MTV and VH1 were our new music sources, there were regrettable haircuts, shoulder pads and oh yes, the Berlin Wall did come down. After having our own big hair 80’s wedding, we moved in to a fashionable condo, I had a place for all my books and a great office but there was an empty space. For the first time in our adult lives we had a place for a dog. Having grown up with a boxer, it seemed that perhaps a smaller, similar canine version might be a nice addition to our lives and since we couldn’t have a dog naturally, adopting seemed to be the logical choice. After all, my dad had a Boston Terrier when he was a kid and didn’t seem to be emotionally scarred.
You see, there was no Animal Planet or internet with experts dispensing sage advice and handy tips. Yes, we did have running water and the motor car was pretty advanced by that time too. No giant Barnes and Noble, we thought it was grand to go to the book store in the mall which wasn’t much larger than a two car garage. There we picked up something akin to “Boston Terriers for Dummies” and the stage was set for Laurel to begin what she has done since the late 80’s…find a dog with big, lonesome eyes and a slurpy lick and the next thing ya know…we have a new family member.
Part 2, our first night home with a new fur baby and some changes in plans seem to necessary.
Wags and licks, dad, mom and your friends, Gracie, Mr. Molesley and Julie Ann
A notable royal wedding of the 80’s with the Queen looking on as though she has a gastrointestinal disturbance
The girls. mom and Tally
It seems as though I have always been a part of the fabric of their lives. My spirit inextricably woven into theirs. For those of you who have recently joined us you may not know my story, that my first adopter from Southside Animal Shelter brought me back and why. You can easily find my story on twodogdad under the categories. I celebrate two years of being safe and adored by mom and dad, a mostly tolerant sister and playmate in Gracie and now a chance to mentor Julie Ann and teach her from my vast expanse of wisdom gleaned from my two summers on this earth. I was especially glad to assure her she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore.-Mr. Molesley
My new T Shirt
Mr. Molesley’s T Shirt available on Amazon
Exciting news! We have been accepted in to the Amazon T Shirt design and merchandising program known as Merch. If you have a design idea or have a business or organization that needs the convenience and customer service that only Amazon can do, let us know.
Miss Gracie’s shirt
And here is a link to Julie Ann’s shirt
to see all the current selections just search “twodogdad” on Amazon.com
Other exciting news. We have acquired a new domain name and as soon as the trademark deal is done we will be making a transition this summer and update the page and have some more fun features for you.
Wags and licks, your friends, Gracie, Mr. Molesley and Julie Ann
Miss Gracie is due for a trip to Christy’s Canine for grooming. Dad says her hair is starting to look like the “big hair” from the 80’s.
Miss Gracie, dad says soon I could join Heart-the quintessential big hair girl’s band
Mom and dad’s big hair wedding
Dad says no “man bun” for me and certainly not this for Mr. Molesley
Mr. Molesley-some of my friends call me Spike. Not sure why.
Julie Ann sporting a fashionable bow
If you can’t have a good hair day, try a hat or a native head dress as sis and dad did as kids. They could pass for native Americans with their high cheek bones you know.
Time has a way of eroding the hairline but when you think about it, an advancing hairline could be a bigger problem.
Wags and licks, your friends, Gracie, Mr. Molesley and Julie Ann
It’s all in the perception. Spring brings new hope, blooms and yes, dandelions. Some curse them, but who decided they were the pariah of a well manicured green? What if “they” had decided that it was a lovely wild flower as beautiful as a mountain laurel? While dandelions are absent from the front yard, they find a temporary sanctuary here in that magical place, Gracie’s Bark Park, where my brother and I play tug of war. Mo could easily out power me and take off with it but he chooses to scale down his power to play on my level and that makes him mighty in my eyes. Wags and licks, your friend, Julie Ann
Live life to the fullest
Your Chance to Win Two Tee-Shirts of your design and a copy of Tom Ryan’s latest book, Will’s Red Coat.
How would you like to proudly wear a shirt with your own dog on it or be able to get shirts for your animal organization or business with all the hassle free and great customer service of Amazon? We can help you set up your own design and URL for your members or employees to get them delivered to their door.
We have three designs up on Amazon under the twodogdad brand and more to come.
We will announce contest details soon so be thinking of your best ideas. Meanwhile spring has sprung and there have been sightings of the legendary “dogaroo”, a creature whose tail is as long as his body. Wags and licks, your friends, Gracie, Mr. Molesley and Julie Ann
A shirt featuring Princess Gracie. How cool would your dog look on a shirt?
Mr. Molesley the legendary dogaroo
You can see Mo’s shirt at: https://www.amazon.com/Funny-Rescue-Dog-Mutt-Shirt/dp/B07CJT46Z9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1524681274&s
Of course there will be one with the adorable Julie Ann. Stay tuned.
At 5 feet 8 inches and 165 pounds, he was a not an imposing opponent on the football field but his determination and grit finally endeared him to the real jocks. His senior year, he scored a touchdown in the 52-0 swamping of Western Maryland. Despite a broken leg that kept him off the field for most of the season, the coach rewarded that grit by letting him play in the Yale game, which won him his letter. The man dismissed by his father as the runt of the litter. He is credited as being the architect of his brother’s winning campaigns and went on to challenge the likes of Jimmy Hoffa and Sam Giancana, king pins of organized crime that would strike fear in most any other Attorney General. He told us, “I think that we can do better in this country. And that is why I run for President of the United States.” So what if Bobby Kennedy had won? The hope he had ignited was extinguished after he was killed following a victory speech in California but he still inspires us
‘Some men see things as they are and say why? I dream things that never were and say why not?
Great things sometimes come in small unlikely packages-Julie Ann
You just can’t beat the person who never gives up-Babe Ruth Mr. Molesley
My sis Gracie is taking the day off from barking as she is resting up from her check up at the vet who says she is whole and healthy and still full of spunk
While watching the Smithsonian Channel I was appalled to learn I was confused: I GAVE UP MEAT FOR LINT!
I myself was born without toes on my right front paw and mostly walk on my three other legs but my pawsitive attitude and love know no bounds. Victor Frankl who survived the holocaust said, “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way”. Wags and licks, your friend, Mr. Molesley
Roosevelt was born with malformed front legs making running impossible. His pup parent had the idea to try a doggie wheelchair and it was a resounding success! Roosevelt is able to run in the park, explore the woods and even pop a wheelie.
As a puppy, Naki’o was abandoned in a foreclosed home. He was found in the cellar in a pool of ice water. He suffered frostbite and all four feet and the tip of his tail had to be amputated in order to save his life. A veterinary assistant fell in love wih Naki’o and adopted him. She raised funds and had Naki’o fitted with bionic paws. He adapted wonderfully to his new paws and is able to run and play.
Hope an appropriately named 2-legged Maltese puppy gets around by using her hind legs to boost her body forward onto her chest, which has small wriggling nubs where her front legs should be. The spry little pooch can bound across a room at a surprisingly break-neck pace.
Julie Ann’s Adoption Song. Mom and dad rescued me from a bad breeder situation. Yes, each one of us has our own song. This one is a derivative of a Harry Chapin song. Dad says, “The higher one aims the greater the number of predecessors to whom was is endowed”. I am the spokesperson for our Best Bully Sticks affiliate program now. See below for a coupon and you can now subscribe on www.twodogdad.com so you never miss a post. Yeah, I make it three now but who’s counting? Love you!