A Puppy With Cold Feet

The frost was already heavy when Little Miss Molly and I took a midnight walk. Same story on our early morning walk today. But that did not discourage that little ball of energy. Zip here, zip there, change directions, go backwards, you name it. I have to be constantly on guard to adjust to her to avoid whiplash. I barely avoided whiplash this morning when a mockingbird flew low over our heads. Molly jumped up and pawed at it even though it was 10 feet over her head. Then she took off after it and almost jerked me backwards.

Her tiny nostrils are only about the size of the opening in the tip of a ballpoint pen, so it is a mystery how she can be going at breakneck speed with her nose skimming the cold grass and still pick up all the scents. One of these days she is going to misjudge and burrow her nose into the ground and turn a flip. I will die laughing when she does. This morning we met another shih-tsu on the walking track. They briefly kissed and kept going.

When we got back home, I had to get out a bunch of garbage and recycle stuff to the curb. I left the garage door open very briefly, but during that brief time Molly saw the shih-tzu pass by again. She came racing out through the garage and across the driveway so fast that her tail was sticking straight out. She wanted to rub noses with the doggie again. She also looked "fancy free" because she had escaped without a leash. Wish I had a 50-acre fenced in area to turn her loose...another late bedtime last night. After our midnight walk, we did not fall asleep until almost 2:00 a.m. Molly would make an excellent "weather dog" because the mixed up hours don't seem to bother her. Life goes on.