Today is day three of my mandatory two week infirmary sentence because of my foot and if it wasn't for Molly, I would probably be insane by now from boredom and having no one to talk to during the day.
Since I was going to be hobbling around the house in one of those cumbersome walking boots, I made myself a pan of Hamburger Helper the other night because I knew it would last me about three days.
First of all, Molly is a "pot licker" if there ever was one. The smell of Hamburger Helper cooking on the stove quickly caught her attention and, to her credit, she waited patiently until it was done and I helped myself to a bowl. She had to get a closer smell so she sat right at my feet while I ate my bowl of hamburger, noodle, and cheese goodness. She exhibited a great amount of patience and waited until I sat the bowl in front of her so she could clean it for me (and yes, I always wash it afterwards) and clean it she did.
The bowl started out by the kitchen table when she started licking it. By the time she was done with it, the bowl had traveled through three different rooms in the house before it finally came to rest in my computer room beside the chair I was sitting in. At this time, I attempted to pick up the bowl but Molly quickly informed me that there might be a microbial particle of Hamburger Helper left so I had to leave the bowl for about ten more minutes. I can't say Molly doesn't help out around the house.
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