My dog Molly is an 8 1/2 year old diva if there ever was one. She is a mixed breed but AKC diva. She has the run of the house and flaunts it. She has certain expectations of me (an Ol' Roy munchy bone as soon as I get up in the morning and 4 dog biscuits when I get home in the afternoon)and if i do not meet these expectations, she vociferously lets me hear about it. She tells me when she wants out, when she needs water, and when someone or something (like those flea bags down the street) is in the yard. She is not fond of UPS's big brown truck or anyone she doesn't know and refuses to recognize. She also doesn't like my family which kind of works out well for me. Last night she hopped up on the couch to lay down down beside me the couch pillows were not arranged to her liking. She gets up, takes her teeth and arranges them to her satisfaction, pats them down with her nose, and she was set. If there is such thing as reincarnation I want to be reincarnated as a dog that has an owner like me.
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