The holiday came and went. Molly is doing well. She apparently had some complications Friday morning but pulled through. She's just as crazy as ever. I spent the nights downstairs in the master bedroom with her and she literally took up 3/4 of the bed. A dog her size should not be able to do that but she did. Besides her being a bed hog, she just relaxed and we could tell by Sunday afternoon that she was finally over the lovely side effects of anesthesia. She also got a present from my parents' trip down to Paducah. They brought back a raised table in the shape of a dog bone with 2 metal bowls to make it easier for her to eat and drink. So I'm back at school and counting down the hours before I get to go back home Friday night. When those trips become less, I'll have dancing at the Neon Cactus on Friday nights to keep me occupied but when I get to go home I get anxious. It's just cause I love Molly and we only had 5 weeks prior to school to bond, so I don't like missing out on anything with her.