Molly has always been a firm believer in the mathematical principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. That straight line is usually between my legs as I am trying to walk but I have kind of gotten used to it by now.
It was much worse when I lived in Gastonia and I had to navigate a flight of steps in my apartment every day trying to get her out of the apartment. I would be trying to put a leash on her and get her down the steps and I would be about halfway down the steps when she would shoot between my legs.
I took a few tumbles down the steps because of Molly but I wouldn't replace that doggy enthusiasm for the world.
She gets so excited over the simplest things. When I get home in the afternoon and pick up the leash she starts jumping and twirling and letting out these contented "wwwoof! wwwoof!". All because she gets to go outside.
I wish I felt that sort of enthusiasm. About anything. Maybe I should start jumping up and down and doing the Molly dance the next time I get to take her outside. Molly could teach me alot about life if I would just listen to her.
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