"Lou-Lou" to "Louise" - THE WEIRD LIFE OF MOLLY

First of all - I need somebody to give me a god damn round of applause. I don't even... icky...

...So, about 15 minutes ago I quickly let my dogs in from outside & I'm finally able to actually sit at my computer and answer some emails. I'm merrily typing my little fingers off when I hear this strange crunch from behind the couch. So I get up & look and it's my dog, Louise (little black thing I got at the Humane Society 5 years ago- part toy poodle/part yorkshire terrier/part vulture/part shark) chomping on something. I kinda poke her and can only see a huge flash of fur hanging from her mouth as she darts lightning fast from behind the couch to her kennel in the back room. Umm... holy shit...
 So I reach into her kennel to pull her out (this is when she goes ballistic and attacks my hand and I can't pull her out...) and I see there is definitely some part of some other animal in there with her and she is snarling & protecting it like she hasn't ate in days...

Not knowing what to do, I open the back door, pick up a metal yard stick and try to poke her out of the kennel. Now this little 15 pound dog-beast has turned entirely Cujo and is snarling and growling at me like she's going to rip my face off. Umm... holy shit...again... 

Seeing that the yard stick will be of no use to me - I threw it aside and picked up the whole damn kennel. Must've startled the devil out of the dog cuz she jumped right out of the kennel and looked at me like I was the one that was f-ing crazy.
So I semi-calmly carried the kennel & walked from my back door, through my yard, and and proceeded to tilt the kennel over the fence to fling whatever was in it out into the alley.
It was an entire adult rabbit's head! Ears perked up, eyes, nose, wiskers, and yuck hanging... An entire head.... disgusting.
I found the crime scene in our yard. Tufts of fur blowing around in the grass - strangely there is no sign of the body...
We used to call her Lou-Lou. Now it's strictly Louise. She's a badass bitch.  If she were human - I wouldn't trust her & she definitely wouldn't be living with me...

Astroids - The weird life of Molly

My man found a website that you can play old Atari games on and my 5 year old son fell in love with the game "Astroids". 

So the other night he walked over to us and asked if he could play "Ass Roids" (Ironicly a Preparation H commercial came on the TV just then). 

Now, and forever in the future,  that game is and will only be known to us as Ass Roids.