Hot Dog - Molly's our Girl!
It's hot in Austin. I have to remember to water the outside plants. The cats help with this, they lounge on the porch like aging southern belles waiting for a mint julep. I sprinkle catnip around them and put ice in their water bowl. It's the least I can do, they ask for so little.
The dogs, they ask for much. Molly, our oldest, sweetest girls is likely on her last summer. I know I've been saying this for years, for six years, since she first waddled up to my front door from wherever she came from. She's not looking so good, she's not moving too well.
Molly is the smartest dog of our little four dog pack. Case in point: A summer rainstorm
Keni worries, paces, drools and tells the others "this is the big one, I know it, better start praying and getting everyone in the same room". Cowgirl, always impressionable, believes him and shakes in terror. Roy just gets more neurotic and starts eating paper. Molly goes into the garage, finds an old towel to lay on and takes a nap. She's been through storms, she knows they cool things down and they don't last long.
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I just put Molly on special Arthritis medicine a week ago. My vet, who I adore, didn't even make me bring her in for an exam first. They all know that she's been working on her exit speech for awhile. After a day and a half on the meds, Molly was perkier. She'd hop up for a dog treat, she'd put her head on my lap and ask for pets.
I've been joking that Molly was about to die since the summer she first waddled up to my front door. I didn't know anything about her, but a neighbor told me she'd been wandering the neighborhood for awhile and no one would claim her. At the time I lived in the "good" school district, people there had money, but they weren't too nice to their pets or to stray pets. Molly picked out my house and I guess I didn't complain too much, so she stayed. She'd come up to the front door every morning, go somewhere in the afternoon and be back in time for dinner.
So here she still is.
She moved with us to this house, she has the run of the back yard and a comfy doggie bed. She has her special pills and yet she doesn't ask for much.
Truth: I always considered her a bit annoying. She loves to bark for attention, she wags her tail on the wood floor and makes a lot of noise, it's happy noise, but it's noise-- still I love the old girl and I'm gonna miss her.
I didn't know her as a puppy, I met her when she was between 9 and 15 years old, according to the vet's estimate. (This would make her between 15 and 21 years old now.) I can guess that she loved to play ball, she still follows bouncing balls when she can see them through her cataracts. She probably had a few stuffed animals, she's been collecting these even in her old age. She was brave, I'm sure. Once I got a note from a delivery man that he was afraid
of the dog on my front porch. This was back in the old house when Molly would lay at the front door every day, when we were still deciding if she might have some other home. At the time, it cracked me up to think of an old, almost toothless dog scaring a grown man. Now, I've seen the old girl's loyalty myself and it doesn't surprise me a bit.
Here's her picture with her skunk. This was taken 6 years ago, she's a lot grayer now, but other than that, she looks about the same. We haven't seen the skunk in several years, though.
The dogs, they ask for much. Molly, our oldest, sweetest girls is likely on her last summer. I know I've been saying this for years, for six years, since she first waddled up to my front door from wherever she came from. She's not looking so good, she's not moving too well.
Molly is the smartest dog of our little four dog pack. Case in point: A summer rainstorm
Keni worries, paces, drools and tells the others "this is the big one, I know it, better start praying and getting everyone in the same room". Cowgirl, always impressionable, believes him and shakes in terror. Roy just gets more neurotic and starts eating paper. Molly goes into the garage, finds an old towel to lay on and takes a nap. She's been through storms, she knows they cool things down and they don't last long.
file under: dogs
I just put Molly on special Arthritis medicine a week ago. My vet, who I adore, didn't even make me bring her in for an exam first. They all know that she's been working on her exit speech for awhile. After a day and a half on the meds, Molly was perkier. She'd hop up for a dog treat, she'd put her head on my lap and ask for pets.I've been joking that Molly was about to die since the summer she first waddled up to my front door. I didn't know anything about her, but a neighbor told me she'd been wandering the neighborhood for awhile and no one would claim her. At the time I lived in the "good" school district, people there had money, but they weren't too nice to their pets or to stray pets. Molly picked out my house and I guess I didn't complain too much, so she stayed. She'd come up to the front door every morning, go somewhere in the afternoon and be back in time for dinner.
So here she still is.
She moved with us to this house, she has the run of the back yard and a comfy doggie bed. She has her special pills and yet she doesn't ask for much.
Truth: I always considered her a bit annoying. She loves to bark for attention, she wags her tail on the wood floor and makes a lot of noise, it's happy noise, but it's noise-- still I love the old girl and I'm gonna miss her.
I didn't know her as a puppy, I met her when she was between 9 and 15 years old, according to the vet's estimate. (This would make her between 15 and 21 years old now.) I can guess that she loved to play ball, she still follows bouncing balls when she can see them through her cataracts. She probably had a few stuffed animals, she's been collecting these even in her old age. She was brave, I'm sure. Once I got a note from a delivery man that he was afraid
of the dog on my front porch. This was back in the old house when Molly would lay at the front door every day, when we were still deciding if she might have some other home. At the time, it cracked me up to think of an old, almost toothless dog scaring a grown man. Now, I've seen the old girl's loyalty myself and it doesn't surprise me a bit.Here's her picture with her skunk. This was taken 6 years ago, she's a lot grayer now, but other than that, she looks about the same. We haven't seen the skunk in several years, though.
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