Hi,

My name is Molson.  My mama bought me in December from this nice lady in Central Florida.  I have really nice hair (the kind that doesn't mat up at all) and an awesome disposition...(guess, it comes from my fine breeding lines). 

I love my house cause I'm spoiled rotton.  I have so many toys that Mom says it looks like a two year old lives here.  Just last week, Mama bought me a new pool.  I jump in and go swimming at least once a day.  My favorite activity is blowing bubbles under water.  Mama just laughs at me when dunk my head. She doesn't laugh quite so hard when I run in the house soaked.  Still, she doesn't get mad at me and just cleans it up with the Hoover Floormate.  She seems to use that alot with having me around.

A month ago my girlfriend Maggie left me, she is traveling with her Mom and Dad in their motorhome.  Last I knew, she was up in Panama City some place.  I really miss her alot but Mom says we might be able to go see her sometime.  That would be awesome! 

Asti was the perfect dog.  As a pup, never chewed anything or ate anything she wasn't suppose to.  She still had her 1st toy till the day she passed away and became frantic if it was lost.  Always the happy, kissy dog, but yet liked her own space.   She disliked getting her feet wet and if it was raining would have to be placed in the lawn to go pee.  She was also a ham when it came to getting her picture taken.  Always ready for a pose.  She loved naps with Mama, the beach and camping but hated going for walks.   Walks usually resulted in Mama carrying her. 

May 2007, Asti was diagnosed with a cancerous mass on her spleen and had emergency surgery to remove the spleen.  The type of cancer she had was aggressive and she was given 3 months to live if nothing was done.  Chemotherapy was suppose to double her time, so we tried it.  Every three weeks, over the summer of 07, she got a treatment.  Six in total.  Once overcoming the first treatment, she seemed happier and more active than I had seen her in a year.  After all, this was the overall goal.....gaining quality of life along with a little time.  Second week of October 07, she collapsed again and I knew the cancer was back.  There were no other options but to make her comfortable. 

Miss you always Poo Poo Dog.

Miss Miss was the dog nobody wanted.  When I picked her up from the pound she was a mess.  But figuring we all have issues, I took her home with Asti and I.  They were a little standoffish at first but soon Asti and Missy were touching when they slept.  Miss was a neat little dog that need help.  Many trips to the vet in the first year proved very productive and she looked like a new dog.  Unfortunately, her stay with me was shorten.  Two months after losing Asti to cancer, she was diagnosed with cancer also.  One month later, I lost her too.  Miss Miss, Mama thinks about you and Asti all the time.  Just wish you were both still here.