It looks like I am going to have to have foot surgery in about a week or so. It is going to put me on the shelf for about 5 or 6 months. As is the case with most dog owners, my first thought was "who is going to take care of Molly?" She is a diva and has to be treated as such.
I remember the last time I had foot surgery back in 2004. I actually broke my foot because of Molly but it really wasn't her fault. We have a dog pen out back that my wife insisted Molly stay in before she became the diva that she is today. When I had the surgery in 2004, Molly was staying in the house by then but while I was on the mend, my wife insisted that she stay out there again. As soon as my wife was out the door in the mornings and I thought the coast was clear, I would crawl through the backyard and get Molly and bring her in the house. About an hour before my wife was due to come home, I would crawl back out there and put her up. I almost got caught by my father-in-law one time but never by my wife.
This surgery, it is not going to be so simple. Molly is getting up in age, but still very headstrong, and I don't even think I am going to find anybody to help take care of me for the first week or so much less her. I'll figure something out. The thrill is gone because I won't be sneaking out there to get her but she is not just going to let anybody walk her. She has a preference for hot blondes so I may have to advertise. Molly will have the final say so, of course.
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