My roommate had a cookout last night and Molly was not exactly the perfect hostess. She tried biting a few people, she snarled, she growled, and she got put in the bedroom. If I did not know better, I would say my father came back reincarnated as my dog. She is old and she is grouchy but I gave people fair warning.
Most people think they are "dog people." If you put a dog in front of them, they think they can become friends with that dog and have them eating out of their hands in five minutes. That is where Molly is a breed apart. Molly is 13 years old and I can probably count the times on one hand that Molly has allowed that to happen. She may wag her tail, she may sniff their hands, but then after that it is like watching the canine version of Jaws. I really need to start cueing up the shark music.
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