We got a puppy last Summer. A tiny, sweet, cuddly, puppy. Did I say sweet? Yes, she was a darling. Did I say was? She was docile. Ahem. She was for a time. Then she began to grow. She grew and grew and suddenly she became a combative, belligerent dog, kind of like a teen-ager. She is going through the toddler, say “no” period in her life and we are having a time teaching her how to be a good puppy. She does nothing in anger or viciousness. She just turns into a Tasmanian devil at the most inappropriate time and I have the scars to prove it.
She wants to be with me constantly. I find her looking at me all the time and when she is playing with Belle, she looks at me to see if I am watching, just like a child would do. She is incredibly intelligent and I can see her trying to figure things out, like how to open the back door which she could if we didn’t keep it locked.
We got Molly a new toy yesterday. You know those guns that shoot tennis balls? Molly is loving this and it is really exercising her now. I have a sore arm from pulling the lever back to shoot the balls. Molly would run after them all day if I had the strength to continue pulling the lever. She is learning to bring a ball back so that I can shoot another one. It keeps her busy and she doesn’t jump on me while she is chasing the balls.
Molly is also getting to be a good watchdog. She sits on her lawn chair on the porch and surveys her kingdom and when she sees a stranger or our neighbor out in his yard with his dog, she lets me know it. She doesn’t sound like a puppy anymore. She has a deep, big dog bark even though she is only six months old. I can’t wait to see how big she will be or high loud her bark will be. I know no one will come in our back yard with three dogs sitting there watching them. One time years ago, a doctor who had an office next door to our house had his office broken into for drugs. The night it happened, our dogs were throwing a barking fit and I knew something was going on somewhere. I just wish I had known it was going on at the doctor’s because I would have called the police. Our house was safe since the dogs were barking. When David was in the guard and was gone or when he has to work nights, I feel safer knowing I have two dogs sitting at my door ready to greet anyone who comes near.
I love Molly to pieces. I love all three of my dogs. They are good companions, good protectors and it’s just nice having dogs. I have always had dogs and can’t imagine life without them. I know when Molly grows up, she is going to be one of the best dogs we have ever had. I have said that about every dog I have gotten, and I have never been disappointed. Bonnie will be twelve years old this year. Old for a Labrador. She still has a shiny coat, a wet nose and a wonderful disposition. She spends most of her time laying on her bed in my shop since she has arthritis, but she still can show love and is a sweetheart of a dog. Belle is my sweetheart. She has been the best dog and has walked with me for years. Neither of us have had many walks lately since I hurt my leg, but I am hoping that I will feel like taking walks again soon.
I don’t know if you have a dog or not, but for me, dogs are the perfect pet. They give love, protection and companionship you can’t get with any other animals. Hug a dog today. Bye.