P.S. The content is NSFW. It's not really that bad but, hey, I don't know your boss.
This morning the furry kids decided that we had to take a stroll around the farm at 06h20.
You see there were important things to inspect, stuff that simply could not wait. Obviously.
These important items included vineyards, delicious almost-ripe grapes, holes, other dogs' bums and imaginary creatures that go bump in the bushes.
Miss Molly is not - as some might believe - an only child. She is in fact part of a family of six other dogs. She's a very good sister and has a lot of time for her siblings (both older and younger).
We thought we'd share some of our favourite pictures of Miss Molly's family with you. They're all huge characters and somewhat responsible for Molly growing into the star she is.
Snoop - The Poop - Friedman
He is the Head Honcho. Don't be fooled by his size or charismatic grin, he's a tiger. Grrr.
Snoopy also likes to play dress up. Some of his favourite outfits include: Mountain Explorer (pictured below), Bride, Dancing Queen (with painted nails) and Dog Recovering from an Accident.
Sally - The Legend - Friedman
Sally has been a Friedman for 16 years. She's swum more swimming pool lengths than most labradors, surfed bigger waves than most men and chased many a visitor off the farm.
Sally is getting on in years and now enjoys: a leisurely breakfast in bed. and pre-cleaning the contents of a full dishwasher.
Koemba is huge but he honestly believes that he is the size of a sausage dog. He is terrified of only one thing ... the cat, Tinkerbell.
Fudge - The Budgie - Friedman
If you've spent any time at Môreson you've probably met Fudge - The Budgie - Friedman. He's our Mr Social, a regular fixture at Bread & Wine and around the wine tasting.
He loves long romantic rides in the car, attention and making sure he is as wet as possible before he climbs onto any kind of furniture.
Lucy - The Goose - Friedman
Lucy - The Goose - Friedman is the latest Addition to Miss Molly's family. She's already a firm favourite who loves to terrorise empty coke bottles (the plastic kind), wrappers and stuffed animals.
This week she discovered her big dog bark and is now practicing on anything that moves, including Miss Molly. It's all terribly exciting!
As you can see Miss Molly's family is packed full of interesting characters. They're often two bottles short of a box but they keep her life, and our lives, very interesting.
P.S. Not pictured but just as important: Tom - The Tank - Friedman.
Our famous Miss Molly had to been rushed to the vet at 10 in the evening with a Biliary scare. Unable to stand by herself she was lifted into our 4 x 4 and chauffeured - by me - to her vet in Stellenbosch.
Molly, and I am sure those of you who know her can attest to this, is not a quiet passenger. On this specific trip she insisted on backseat driving the.whole.way Every time we took a turn she let out a deathly moan and I have come to realize that she is not a fan of my driving. I'm sure she believes she could do a far better job. She is, after all, Miss Molly.
After what seemed like a longer than average trip, mostly due to the fact that Molly tried to climb onto my lap more than once, we finally arrived at the vet. Once again Molly found herself too weak to get out of the car without assistance. So her chauffeured became her lackey and carried her into the vet.
At this point in our journey Molly made a remarkable recovery. It took her a while but when she realized that we were at the vet she perked up dramatically. This, the vet informed me, is a fairly common occurrence.
During her examination our dear Molly tried to eat the very nice, and I do mean very nice, vet on three separate occasions. Embarrassingly - as Molly and I later discovered - he is a big fan of her wines. After he mentioned this very important fact Molly seemed to warm a bit. This, I think, was entirely thanks to the delicious dog biscuit she got for
not eating the vet being such a brave girl.
After all of this it turned out that Molly did not have Biliary. She'd come done with a case of Garbage Disease. Which she caught from eating something that she really shouldn't have. Charming.
We left the vet - an hour later with, I think, one less fan (the vet) - and Molly had to again be lifted into the back of the car. The vet, far stronger than myself, couldn't help because every time he approached me she tried remodel his pants with her teeth.
On the drive back to Franschhoek Molly resumed her very effective method of backseat driving and, once she got home (after she was lifted from the car), she proceeded to spend a good few minutes telling the rest of her dog family about her adventures.
No doubt she mentioned how she'd nearly eaten her first vet. This, I believe, is considered very impressive stuff in the dog world.