Every dog has a personality that is unique to them and Molly's is definitely unique. She has a way of making me feel guilty for the things I do (more often than not, don't do) and makes me question my qualifications as a dog owner.
Yesterday afternoon, I decided to stroll down to the mailbox and get the mail which is an everyday event and ordinarily not a big deal. I left Molly napping on the bed, slipped out the front door, got my bills and junk mail (its never anything good any more), and started back to the house. I happened to look up and Molly is standing there looking out the door at me. She has this look on her face that said "I cannot believe you went without me!" She watched me all the way until I got to the door and then she turned her back on me and went and laid back down. It took four dog biscuits and a belly rub to work my way back into her good graces.
It is getting ready to storm and Molly is usually plastered to my side during these events but she disappeared for several minutes. I went looking for her in my dark bedroom and she was laying in the floor. That is very unusual (and very much beneath her when there is a perfectly good bed ten feet away) for her and I flipped on the light to see what was wrong. She was laying beside her very empty water bowl. I still haven't worked my way back into her good graces for that one.
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