Molly Monday Blog Takeover: Hi!

Molly Monday Blog Takeover: Hi!

Hi everyone! I am Molly. You know my huMom (doggy language for female human), Suny. She is usually tapping away at the keyboards, instead of paying attention to me…. or Judd (I say this begrudgingly).

My Mom found me after my first family got separated and taken to lots of other places when I was a baby. Little did I know where I would end up. I thought my new family was crazy. I had a bossy older brother who always seemed to get more attention than me (or so I think). I joined a pack of dogs that just never learned to listen to me. I had to teach them a lesson or two. I am Morkie, hear me Roar!

Watching over Suny makes me tired, don’t worry I got your back!


Well, a few years ago, Suny began acting weird. She was tired and she stopped playing with Judd and me. I knew something was wrong. It took a long time but I think she went to the Vet a couple of times and I think she finally felt better. After that it seemed like I could tell when she was about to not feel good. I’m not sure how I know, because Judd thinks I am crazy, but I began telling Suny that something was going to happen.

I  am not sure if that was a great idea. Now apparently, I have a new job. I think its an important job. She tells me that I need to tell her when she is about to not feel well. Sometimes I want to tell her that I can’t read her mind, but hey, we morkies will do anything for treats.

My huMom is important to me. She loves me and I love her. I guess I am ok with taking care of her because she takes care of me.

I can’t wait to get to know you guys more!

Till Next Time,

MollyMonster DaD

PS. Do you like my professional initials?

PSS. Mom says we are going on an airplane. What is an airplane? Do I need to be worried?

Introducing Molly: My Diabetes Alert Dog (In Training)

Introducing Molly: My Diabetes Alert Dog (In Training)

It was one night 6-8 months after my diagnosis and within the first month of using my insulin pump, I’m in a deep sleep and I am rudely awakened by my morkie Molly. Molly may be MollyMonster during the day but she is typically a good sleeper at night. Her bark was very alerting and I thought that something was very wrong with her. The moment I got up I knew there wasn’t something wrong with her, but something very wrong with me. The first thing I did was to check my blood sugar, and I don’t remember what it was but it was shockingly low, maybe in the 40s or even 30s.  I dipped into my stash of low-food and recovered. In the middle of all that I did check on Molly and found she was calm and back asleep once I started to recover. I made note of it as being odd and just brushed it off as probably making weird noises or movements because I was low.

Molly cueing a low before work and waiting patiently while I corrected.
Molly cueing a low before work and waiting patiently while I corrected.

Well, the above scenario continued to happen randomly, and most of the time it was because I was going low. Every once and awhile she would jump into my lap and just incessantly lick my face even with a lot of scolding. She was persistent. I started listening. She was cuing me when my sugars were waaaaay off, before I even noticed.

I spoke with my friends, who are also dog trainers (Good Dog! Dog Training) , and are the people who take care of Molly (and her brother Judd) during the day while I am at work. We started talking and concluded Molly had the tenacity and personality to be a great service animal, my own diabetes alert dog. She is definitely unconventional and definitely been a challenge in changing her from just pet to working dog.

I became very diligent in getting her to cue more accurately and sooner and she is doing it more often and more accurately all the time. She accurately cued me at work (she is a therapy dog too!) the other day when I went very high during a continuing ed class.

Well why the post, right? Well Molly is officially taking over the blog on Mondays, the world of a DaD from her perspective. Cheesy, but certainly fun. I want to show you how we are training together and how she is doing out in the world. And anyways, who doesn’t love her feather trademark?  Keep your eyes peeled for her posts on Mondays!

❤ My Sweet Regards,


Molly and I (and my trademark crazy curly hair)
Molly and I (and my trademark crazy curly hair)

PS – She is traveling with me as a service animal for the first time this week. Watch us on Facebook when she takes over the page for the weekend!

My Struggles Lately

My Struggles Lately

We all have moments where we question ourselves. We second guess every decision in every aspect of our lives, even as simple as did I get the right brand of butter? Recently, the burden I have chosen to carry (purely by blind masochistic choice apparently) is that I find myself struggling to share my life with #ThriveNation. I don’t feel worthy or useful to anyone. Truly, my purpose is to encourage anyone walking this journey with me, and right now…. I don’t think I do nor am I worthy of wrapping an arm around someone’s shoulder and walking their journey with them.

When I write that, I read it, and I know my brain thinks its silly, but my heart struggles to accept the truth. I am a believer of the Word of God (ie. Bible). I believe its God breathed and applicable to my daily life. As a result, I really focused my quiet time with God in my *identity* in him. How does GOD view me? Because there is no other importance in this world but his perception of ME. Here is what I found.




My identity, and worth is beyond my own perception. God SEES me as righteous through his Son Christ. I have been meditating on the previous scriptures and particularly 1 Peter 3:3-4.

No matter how hard I try, my hair is a curly mess by the end of the day, my pancreas is dysfunctional and I can’t seem to get food to NOT fall on my clothing at some point throughout the day. I am not full of physical grace, and stumble and trip all the time. But God sees glory and purpose in it all. Who am I to question it?

So, folks, I’m no beauty model, nor a person that will most likely have perfect hair and make up, but I am your sister, and a person who wants to hold you up when you need it. I am a resource, and it would be a blessing to just be there. If it annoys you that I share my life, well, I can’t help it. If I can be an encouragement to ONE person, then my purpose is complete.

We all struggle, and I am not excluded. I thought this may make you chuckle or commiserate, disheveled hair and dysfunctional pancreas and all.

Until next time…

My Sweet Regards,

❤ Suny