I turned 50 years old yesterday and Molly was right there with me as she always has been since the day I got her. Molly provided the "party's" (me and my girlfriend) entertainment by chasing her leg around the carpet for about ten minutes. Molly has always been the life of the party. My girlfriend tried to get a video of Molly chasing her leg but as soon as the camera phone came out, Molly stopped. Molly's philosophy has always been "if there is no video proof then it couldn't have happened."
50 has always been the top of the hill and now I guess I am supposed to go crashing down the other side of it. There has never been any grace to anything I have ever done so why should I start now? I will stumble, I will fall, and getting back up may sometimes be a struggle but I will eventually make it back to my feet. I might limp and I might crawl along the way but I will finish with style and that will be a style that is uniquely all my own. Molly and I limp down the driveway on our daily walks but we always end up back at the house.
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