A New Book

I was at Barnes & Noble the other day searching the clearance rack for some reading material and I stumbled upon Angel Dogs: Divine Messengers of Love. I flipped thru it, it looked like a book that Molly and I would like so I quickly made the purchase. The book is by Allen and Linda Anderson. It is well put together and includes stories from readers from all over the place about how valuable their dogs were and are in their lives. There is a little bit of Molly wrapped up in just about every page. Its a great read, a little bit tear-jerking at times, and it reminds me how lucky I am to have Molly in my life. She is my protector, my caretaker, and my best friend who loves unconditionally and without prejudice.

A Good Pile Of Leaves

When I was a kid, my neighborhood friends would never let a good pile of leaves go to waste. My father and I had an unwritten agreement that I had at least two days to play in the leaves before he burned them off. My friends and I would build leaf forts and have acorn fights, we would wrestle in a big pile of leaves, and we would invent other athletic contests to have in the neighborhood leaf pile. One of my favorite games we invented was a game we called "Fumble" in which we would get a football, bounce it into the pile of leaves, and the mad scramble for the ball would ensue. Since my house had the most trees and the most leaves, that leaf pile was in my yard. Since Molly and I live in an apartment now, I never expected to see a pile of leaves in one of the side yards and I was even more surprised when Molly did not let that leaf pile go to waste. As soon as she saw it, she headed straight for it and plowed right thru it and a wrestling match spontaneously erupted. We ended up calling it a draw even though Molly should have been disqualifed for fighting dirty. There was some biting, pulling hair, and a few low punches but I pulled out the flying double butt kick to salvage the draw. Molly somehow manages to pull out the best memories from me.

A Partnership

As Molly and I get older, we find ourselves worrying about the other one more and more. Neither one of us are what I would describe as in good health but we still manage to make it thru the day. I have my RA and my PLMD and Molly has bad hips and right now a bad case of fleas I am desperately trying to get rid of. We look after each other the best we can and try not to do anything stupid that is going to make us hurt worse but sometimes our minds don't remember what our bodies can't forget. We end up paying the price for it for a few days but we are no worse for wear. Molly and and I have a partnership and we are going to see this thru to the end. I love my dog and she is there for me thru the good days and the bad days and I will be for her as well. When I adopted Molly I signed a contract in blood and tears.

Dr. Molly

About a week ago I was diagnosed with van incurable condition. It is nothing life threatening (at least not yet) But I honestly believe that Molly knew long before I, or even the Doctor, ever did. I had noticed about two months ago that Molly would never stray more than about two feet from me when we were in the apartment. A lot of times she would just sit there and stare at me like she was trying to communicate with me. She would watch me so intensely like she thought I was going to keel over at any second. When I found out last week she circled the wagons around me even tighter. Now she knows I know. Molly and I are in this together. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now if I could only get her to talk.