Molly has subtle ways of letting me know she needs out and some not so subtle ways. I always take her out for our last walk between 5:30 and 6 every night and she is usually good for the night. That was not the case last night. I am sitting in my library (it is just a room with all of my books in it but I just think it is cool to say I have a library) and Molly starts woofing at me from the living room. I just thought she wanted some attention so I go and give her a good rub down and I thought that was the end of it. A few minutes later, Molly walks into the bedroom and I am sitting there working on my laptop. Molly cuts this fart that immediately makes your eyes start watering, I ran and grabbed the Febreze, and saturated the air with the fresh ocean breeze scent. That was when I decided Molly needed out. Really bad.
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