When I take Molly on her rounds in the afternoon's, it takes us by a small patch of woods with a group of houses on the other side. At one of these houses, a couple of ankle biter wanna be's reside and everytime they see Molly, they come to the edge of their driveway and yap at Molly until we are out of sight. One of them does not want to get to close because she has already put one of them on the run in the past.
When they start their yapping, Molly looks at them with as much indifference as a dog can possibly muster, promptly points her ass in their direction, and has a healthy bowel movement. I cannot help but think of the line from one of the Monty Python movies when the knight in the castle yells down to the soldiers "I fart in your general direction!" Molly gets her point across the only way she knows how.
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