The Imperfect Wingman

Most dogs are supposed to help you get women. Not my Molly. She has always been bound and determined I am not going to have any fun. At all. On those rare occasions when I do get women to come over, Molly tries her best to ruin any chance I might have. One night I had one woman come over and we started to get comfortable on the bed watching TV and Molly had to play the part of chaperone and wedge herself in between us to ensure that nothing would happen. After about ten minutes of that, I firmly but politely shooed Molly out of the room and shut the door. Not to be out done, Molly starts launching herself at the closed door until she is able to break in and once again wedge herself between us. I, not to be deterred and not wanting to ruin the mood, kicked her Molly's ass out and locked the door and put a chair underneath the door knob to make sure she could not get in. Molly finally gave up and resigned herself to her fate of sleeping by herself in the living room. Molly has always been the type to get the last word in with any disagreement we might have. I got up to walk her the next morning and she had taken a big dump right by the front door and was actually sitting beside it with a dog smile on her face, proud of what she had done.I could not help but laugh at her. She is #MollyTheDog.....