Sunday, September 11, 2011

Missing The Molly

I have to admit it. I miss my dog. Over the course of the past 5 years she has been the one constant in my life I could depend on. She has always been there for me and has never refused to help me out or to listen to me. We have talked about everything. She says it all with a simple "Wwwooooof." That conveys a sense of understanding that is lost on most people. It also doubles as advice. It is great advice.

What do I do about work? Woof. What do I do about my marital problems? Woof. What do I do about my in-laws? Woof-Woof. (That required extra emphasis). What do I do about my financial problems? Woof and just make sure we can afford dog treats. That one word has so much meaning. What does your woof mean?

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