A Bad Attitude And Socially Unacceptable

A was talking to the nosy old lady that lives on the first floor this afternoon and she was extolling the virtues of her veterinarian and how I should switch. I am sure she gets a kickback for a recommendation and that is why I wouldn't do it. She made the comment that she "heard Molly wasn't sociable." I hate for Molly to have that reputation but it is the truth and I am not going to apologize for it.

I got Molly from the animal shelter when she was about 8 to 10 weeks old. She was about 5 minutes away from being put down when I rescued her. She has had a chip on her shoulder ever since. She carries that chip with a lot of pride. She has a bad attitude and she walks with a swagger. Molly is my dog and she knows how lucky she is. She also knows how lucky I am. She is loyal to me and that is all I need and all I could ask for.

Molly The Therapy Dog

After an especially brutal day today, I come home and Molly greets me with open paws as she always does. My manager gives me my daily reaming and one of my best friends stomps all over my feelings. My friend apologized and she expects me to tell her it is o.k. when it is really not but that is a story for another day.

On days like this I cannot wait to get home and see Molly. She is unconditional love at its finest. She knows my moods better than anyone, she knows when I am down and when I am happy, and she knows exactly what to do for every situation.

This afternoon Molly thought a good walk in the warmth of the sunshine would help lower my stress level and she was right. Molly also thought that cleaning up after her with the pooper scooper would be symbolic of the crappy day that I had had and she was right again. She also made sure it really stunk which was symbolic of my friend stomping on my feelings. Molly did not have an answer for the half-ass apology except for a growl and a real sharp "Woof!" I think "Woof" is an answer that is applicable in all situations. Molly wants to go to work with me so she can straighten some people out about how you don't abuse a knowledgeable employee and more importantly, you don't stomp on a loyal friend.

Molly And The Single Life

Molly has made it her mission in life that I remain single for the remainder of my days. I was taking Molly on her afternoon walk yesterday afternoon down on the front corner of the property when this car pulls up. A woman driving and a little girl, probably about 5 or 6 years old in a car seat in the backseat. The woman parked her car and I noticed them staring at me.

The little girl hops out of the backseat and comes running up to me and Molly. When I saw this happening, I practically had Molly in a headlock so she wouldn't snap at the little girl. I explained to her that she may not want to try to pet Molly because Molly, in all honesty, is not that friendly to strangers. Especially ones that are fairly hot like this little girl's mother.

Molly cost me more brownie points yesterday afternoon thus assuring me that I am not going to get anywhere close to first base with this woman. I need to find a place that like rents out cute cuddly puppies to attract the women and then I can spring Molly on them when they come to visit.

Settling In

Once again Molly takes over the keyboard to give an unbiased on her world and everything in it.

Dan just doesn't understand how tough moving is on me. I am a creature of habit. I would sleep all day while he was at work and then we would make our rounds 3 or 4 times an afternoon when he got home. We had the woods at the back of the property to play in and everything.

We come over here and it is a much smaller space and it is overcrowded with dogs. The dog upstairs, Chance, is a real butthead and he is always woofing at me. We got into a brawl in the doorway to our apartment one afternoon when we were going out for our walk. Dan thinks his owner is hot so I took it easy on him. He almost makes me miss Honey. We have a set routine over here as well but not as much room to roam and Dan is always trying to avoid the other dogs. I say bing them on! They need to know there is a new Queen in the neighborhood!

Molly Has A Follower

It took 182 posts, a little bit of creativity and artistic license or should I say liberties, and a whole lot of Molly but Molly and I finally have a follower. I have had several people read Molly's World but no one that was ever willing to admit and show their face as a follower.

Now I feel like we have a reputation to uphold. My reputation is kind of sleazy but very undeserved, and Molly's reputation is one of being kind of grouchy and the protector of my sleaze.

Molly acts as my chaperone, she does background checks using the tried and true butt sniffing method rather than the more conventional Google search (Molly likes to make it more personal), and she usually does a good job of weeding out the strippers and the hookers. However, she is partial to strippers so buy Molly something pretty and she will let you slide.

Molly The Sun Dial

When it comes to Molly's bathroom schedule, you can about set a sun dial by, it is that regular. She decided to throw me off schedule yesterday afternoon.

Since the advent of the "DooDoo Paparazzi" at my apartment complex I have been really conscious of the fact that I need to take a pooper scooper and a bag with me when it is time for one of Molly's scheduled pit stops. She needed out about lunchtime yesterday and since I didn't think it was time, I did not take any of her supplies with me.

I took her down into the front corner of the apartment complex, and she started to squat down. When I realized what she was doing, I took her by the leash and dragged into the woods so she could take care of business there. The woods gave me some cover from the prying eyes of the DooDoo Paparazzi and gave me and Molly a little bit of deniability.

When I started dragging her, Molly looked at me like "What the hell? I am busy here!" I couldn't help but laugh. Luckily Molly does like her privacy and she went under a bush so we may have got away with that one, not to mention the fact, it was in the woods.

Molly Takes Over

With the destruction of Molly's pet bed, she took matters into her own hands in order to find a replacement. She did not have to look far. She took over my bed.

I was talking to someone on the phone the other night and I always pace when I talk. I was pacing back and forth and I paced into the bedroom. Molly was in the process of turning down the bed so she could go to sleep. She grabbed the corner of the quilt with her mouth and pulled it back perfectly. She proceeded to take the rest of the covers and nudge and pat them down until she had formed them into the "nest" that she wanted to. She gently grabbed the pillow and moved it into the position that suited her best and stretched out and was asleep within two minutes.

She didn't do many any favors because when I wanted to go to bed, she wasn't about to move. All I got was "the stare." Molly opens her eyes, looks at me with the one eye facing me, and doesn't move. Marty Feldman would be proud.

I watched in complete fascination as the scene unfolded in front of me. I tried to describe the scene to whoever it was I was talking to but I doubt I did it justice. I think she may be more human than most of the people I know.

Molly and Her Pet Bed

Last Sunday when I was watching the Creighton-UNC basketball game, Molly decided to come into the bedroom and destroy her pet bed. I came into the bedroom after the game and there was piles of stuffing laying all over the room.

I am guessing while she was trying to bury one of her dog biscuits underneath her pet bed, she tore it a little bit with her claw and that was when the stuffing started spilling out of it. She has always had a weakness for playing with stuffing and she couldn't help herself. She was like the little pig on the Geico commercials. "Weeeeee! Weeeeee!", with stuffing flying all over the bedroom.

I had no choice but to throw her pet bed away, stuffing and all. She watched me dispose of it with a certain amount of sadness. It lasted for over two years so I cannot complain. That one was perfect for her and it will be hard to replace.

Me, Molly, and Niagra Falls

I was laying on my bed reading this afternoon and Molly was laying beside me napping as usual. There was a nice breeze blowing thru the bedroom as we are having unseasonably warm weather.

I decided to get up and take Molly for her late afternoon walk and as I am putting my shoes on, a drop of water hits me on the arm. Since I was in my bedroom, this really surprised me so I started looking for the source.

My bedroom ceiling has a leak. If I lived on the top floor, I could possibly explain it. Since I don't, I had no explanation. To make a long story short, evidently there is no explanation, and Molly and I have Niagra Falls dripping from our bedroom ceiling.

A dog's ability to adapt has always amazed me and this particular nuisance is no different. Molly has jumped on the bed, paid the drip no attention, and is ready to sleep. I hope I can sleep any at all. Ah, to be a dog.

The First Thunderstorm Of The Summer

We had out first thunderstorm of the year this afternoon and Molly assumed her customary position in my right pocket. She happened to be laying in front of the sliding glass door when the first flash of lightning and peel of thunder occurred. She moved in a hurry but she handled it pretty well because it got kind of intense there for several minutes.

Molly The Separatist

I have had to try to keep Molly separate from all of the other dogs in the neighborhood because of her Alpha Dog nature. I have paid particular attention to when everyone else walk their dogs and I have tried to walk Molly when we have a little bit of room to spare and room to roam.

That is easier said than done and maybe I should start letting Molly get a little bit closer to the other dogs. I can slowly introduce her to the concept that she is going to have to coexist with other dogs. This is all my fault because I did not socialize her when she was a puppy.

Molly And The Balcony

My new apartment has a balcony as I am on the second floor and Molly and I have a great view of the "dogs on parade" throughout the neighborhood. Molly is already trying to figure out ways to jump off the top rope and body slam these poor, unsuspecting dogs in our neighborhood, WWE style.

There is some decorative lattice up on the balcony and I can see Molly throwing her weight up against it and falling right thru. It would probably be about a ten foot fall and probably enough to shake her up real well. I will probably have to keep here tethered to her leash while we are on our balcony to prevent this from happening. Maybe I should just go ahead and get her a cool looking wrestling outfit complete with mask so she can be ready for her wrestling debut.

My Guest Has Arrived

Molly usually doesn't do well with houseguests unless she is familiar with them. Molly liking them is usually a bonus. One came over last night that she is very familiar with and Molly was ecstatic.

She immediately ran up to them and flopped on her back and wanted a good belly rub. Then she wanted to be petted and then she wanted another belly rub. She followed them around my apartment as I conducted the grand tour. My guest commented that I never gave Molly any attention. My response was she gets all the attention in the world and gets treated better than any dog on the planet. The difference is she wants that attention from everyone she likes not just me.

The Doo Doo Patrol

I made it home to walk Molly at about the same time I do every afternoon and as I am going down the sidewalk, I noticed one of my female neighbors sitting in a car watching me. She was in the passenger seat and another lady, who I had never seen before, was in the drivers seat. I nod my head in greeting and kept on going. Molly stopped at the nearest fire hydrant (what dog can resist a fire hydrant) and took a whiz. I looked up and both of the women that were in the car were watching me.

My apartment has a fairly strict policy about cleaning up after your dog and I think that is a good thing. It is a healthy environment to have for a pet owner. As long as everyone follows the policy that is. I quickly discovered that not everyone does.

These two women were fairly large, angry women and I either had Golden Corral on my breath or they were watching to see if I cleaned up after Molly. I wasn't worried because I always walk her down into the front corner of the property and she does her business in the woods.

I would be happy to submit Molly's DNA to be tested against all of the other Doo Doo in the yard but Doggy Doo Doo CSI has not asked for a sample yet.

Molly Takes A Trip To The Duck Pond

The other day I decided to take Molly to the Duck Pond, located at the front entrance to my apartment complex. I haven't seen anyone else walking their dog dog down there and I thought it was give us some new territory to explore.

There are two ducks that inhabit the pond and they were both present when we took our walk. As soon as I saw them, I quickly got visions of us getting flogged by the ducks. They really didn't pay us too much attention and Molly only observed them from a distance (she was never much of a bird dog. She is more into rabbits and squirrels) and we survived our little adventure.

Woof Wars

Molly and Tripod have decided to have Woof Wars to see who can woof the longest and the loudest. They woof at each other across the parking lot, across the yard, up and down the stairs, from the balcony, through the balcony, and thru the roof/ceiling of our apartments. They have got all of the bases covered.

Molly wins for the longest and the loudest as well as the most creative. Tripod has the edge in most annoying and worst timing. Maybe will let them play a good game of "growl and chase" like Molly and Honey used to do.

Tripod

The first full day Molly and I were in our new apartment, she had a rival for her canine supremacy of the apartment complex. The lady that lives in the apartment directly over me has a three-legged dog who is every bit as alpha as Molly is. I started calling the dog Tripod. It seemed like a natural.

As soon as they saw each other from across the parking lot, the woofing and growling began. The lady who owns Tripod is very attractive so Molly is not doing me any favors. Tripod is a scraggly, junk yard looking dog if there ever was one but he does like to woof a lot. His owner and me have already decided that they are not going to get along no matter what.

No Molly Left Behind

After a month long hiatus to move, the duo of Molly and Dan are back for more. Moving is very stressful for a dog. You take them out of an environment that they know and have gotten used to and put them in strange surroundings where they don't know anything.

Molly has adapted pretty well. The biggest thing she has had to get used to is so many other dogs being in such close proximity. I think everyone over here owns a dog. We were sitting on my balcony the other night and it was like watching the Westminster Dog Show there were so many different dogs being paraded around by their owners. I think Molly is the only Mutt of the bunch but she is the most beautiful dog over here.