A Little Help From My Friend

Now that Molly has entered the "mature" (she likes that more than being called old) of her life, she needs a little help from time to time. It reminds me of the Beatles song "I get by with a little help from my friends." Molly really can't jump any more and the only way she can get on my bed is to throw her front paws up first and pull her back legs up behind her. Sometimes it is a struggle but she is usually able to make it. This morning, I was getting ready to leave for the Doctor's office and Molly was preparing herself to get on the bed. It is like watching a gymnast try to mount the balance beam. Molly hates being picked up but does not mind a boost once in a while so she threw her front paws up there and I grabbed her and gave her a quick boost. She appreciated it by laying down and taking a nap.