I know we have much more important things to discuss on the BLOG, with Tropical Storm Ernesto possibly getting into the Gulf of Mexico next week.
But I want to take time to say Happy Birthday to Molly!
I wanted to post a salute to my little girl. My real human little girl, Debbie, is 43 and married with 4 grandkids for us. But today, I am talking about my little 9-pound pal, Little Miss Molly. She is 4 years old today. I know I sound like Molly is the only dog in the world, but I certainly do not think that. We have received nearly 3,000 e-mails about the daily Molly adventures and there are thousands of dog lovers who are just as proud of their little pals. I sure do want to write a children's book or at least a journal about Little Miss Molly when I can get my act(s) together. We have received hundreds of e-mails encouraging just that.
We could just as easily have missed out on Molly. My wife was visiting her folks near Salt Lake City and they happened visit a lady who sold dogs. There were 12 to 15 dogs in pens. My wife had tentatively chosen another dog with orange fur, but Little Miss Molly being only 3 months old was well versed in politics. By a wide margin, she kept jumping up and down as if begging my wife to "take me, take me." She was wagging her tail a whole lot more than the other dogs and those little bright eyes sealed the deal.
When Molly strolled into our house for the first time, there were 10 or 12 people here, visiting family members. She walked past several people and came straight to me, stood on her little hind legs, placed her front paws on my legs, started swishing her tail like one of those cardboard church fans and looked at me eyeball to eyeball. I was sunk forever. She instantly won my heart and has been a big part of my daily life since. She is never more than a few feet away and watches me like a hawk. She is constantly ready to play.
I estimate (and this is no exaggeration) that Molly and I have walked 1,400 miles. This is probably too conservative, because I am not counting the numerous times she reverses directions, dashes off track or chases the community rabbit. If those miles were in a straight line and we kept walking, we would now be approaching Yellowstone National Park if we went NW, approaching Phoenix if we went due west and Hudson Bay (way up in Canada where all the polar bears are) if we went north.
I have always been a happy person, but the nearly 4 years that Molly has been with us has enhanced that no end. This includes hundreds and hundreds of ballgames, chasing her around the house, tummy rubs, cuddling. She is still a politician. If she does not get enough play time each day, she tends to pout. She is the sweetheart of the community. When we are out walking, she knows where everybody lives that loves her and wants to stop for a visit. She is the most personable little dog I have ever seen.
And it still blows my mind that she whaps that little tiny bell hanging off the inside backdoor knob when she needs to go outside. (Translation: bathroom) But lately that sneaky little rascal has started ringing the bell when she wants to play ball.
Little Miss Molly has certainly reversed my aging. I feel that if she could stay with me another 25 years, I would be like a guy in his 20s or 30s. I wish we could both live as old as Moses--that would be great fun.
Please excuse this long BLOG post and I will get back to more serious business.
Life goes on and Molly has made the last 1,400 days more enjoyable.
But I want to take time to say Happy Birthday to Molly!
I wanted to post a salute to my little girl. My real human little girl, Debbie, is 43 and married with 4 grandkids for us. But today, I am talking about my little 9-pound pal, Little Miss Molly. She is 4 years old today. I know I sound like Molly is the only dog in the world, but I certainly do not think that. We have received nearly 3,000 e-mails about the daily Molly adventures and there are thousands of dog lovers who are just as proud of their little pals. I sure do want to write a children's book or at least a journal about Little Miss Molly when I can get my act(s) together. We have received hundreds of e-mails encouraging just that.
We could just as easily have missed out on Molly. My wife was visiting her folks near Salt Lake City and they happened visit a lady who sold dogs. There were 12 to 15 dogs in pens. My wife had tentatively chosen another dog with orange fur, but Little Miss Molly being only 3 months old was well versed in politics. By a wide margin, she kept jumping up and down as if begging my wife to "take me, take me." She was wagging her tail a whole lot more than the other dogs and those little bright eyes sealed the deal.
When Molly strolled into our house for the first time, there were 10 or 12 people here, visiting family members. She walked past several people and came straight to me, stood on her little hind legs, placed her front paws on my legs, started swishing her tail like one of those cardboard church fans and looked at me eyeball to eyeball. I was sunk forever. She instantly won my heart and has been a big part of my daily life since. She is never more than a few feet away and watches me like a hawk. She is constantly ready to play.
I estimate (and this is no exaggeration) that Molly and I have walked 1,400 miles. This is probably too conservative, because I am not counting the numerous times she reverses directions, dashes off track or chases the community rabbit. If those miles were in a straight line and we kept walking, we would now be approaching Yellowstone National Park if we went NW, approaching Phoenix if we went due west and Hudson Bay (way up in Canada where all the polar bears are) if we went north.
I have always been a happy person, but the nearly 4 years that Molly has been with us has enhanced that no end. This includes hundreds and hundreds of ballgames, chasing her around the house, tummy rubs, cuddling. She is still a politician. If she does not get enough play time each day, she tends to pout. She is the sweetheart of the community. When we are out walking, she knows where everybody lives that loves her and wants to stop for a visit. She is the most personable little dog I have ever seen.
And it still blows my mind that she whaps that little tiny bell hanging off the inside backdoor knob when she needs to go outside. (Translation: bathroom) But lately that sneaky little rascal has started ringing the bell when she wants to play ball.
Little Miss Molly has certainly reversed my aging. I feel that if she could stay with me another 25 years, I would be like a guy in his 20s or 30s. I wish we could both live as old as Moses--that would be great fun.
Please excuse this long BLOG post and I will get back to more serious business.
Life goes on and Molly has made the last 1,400 days more enjoyable.
on August 25, 2006, 11:42 am
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