Molly Is A Tom Boy

Molly is a Tom Boy dog if there ever was one. I took her out this afternoon and she has her face in the dirt, her paws are dirty, and she is loving every second of it. She is after a mole and she looks up and she has dirt all over her nose and she is trying to dig deeper no matter how dirty she is. She doesn't even try wiping the dirt off. That is my dog. There is another dog in the neighborhood and she is fairly new to the complex but her owner has her dressed up in a pink leash with a matching pink harness and the owner even has pink doo doo bags for the dog. I call both of them Paris Hilton. I don't know whether to feel sorry for the dog or applaud the owner for making such a weenie fashion choice. Molly says forget the applause, call them both weenies, and be done with it.