Milkbone Underwear

"It's a dog eat dog eat world out there and I am wearing Milkbone underwear." Norm from Cheers. That has been my sentiment for the past couple of weeks, and luckily for me, Molly prefers Wal-Mart's Munchy Bones to Milkbones. Everybody that I have come in contact with the past couple of weeks has tried tearing a hunk out of my ass and Molly has been my saving grace. It is so nice at the end of a brutal day to come home to my apartment and have someone, that being Molly, is actually happy to see me. She jumps, she dances, and she talks to me. We take a nice relaxing walk, let her stop and smell the roses, and it helps me regain some of my composure and collect my thoughts. Molly would never be labeled a "therapy dog" because of her unfriendly nature but she is almost all of the therapy I need. Throw a goatee and a pair of glasses on Molly, and she could pass for Sigmund Freud.