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22 October ~2008
Little Mollie is 12 pounds now. She was 7 pounds when I got her a month ago, and she is very healthy. I have her on a natural diet and she eats over half a pound of raw beef in the morning, like a little wolf. She has been on one backpack trip, and we will go on another next week.Mollie has livened my household, that's for sure. She adores Ben and Maggie and I can see her affection is returned, albeit in more subtle ways than her jumping and licking faces.
I happened to catch Maggie playing with Mollie again last week - crouching down to be at Mollie's level, then flipping over on her back as Mollie jumped on her and bit her face.
Mollie follows Ben wherever he goes in the yard, comes in through the two dog doors when he does, sleeps when he sleeps. When I returned from the Vet after Mollie's second set of puppy shots, Ben was at the back door, and had to check her all over to see what was up and where she had been, with his tail wagging.
Seeing how Ben and Maggie have reacted to this young pup makes me real happy with both of them. They are mature dogs with warm hearts, secure in the rich adventures they have had with me and the knowledge that they are loved without end.
Mollie is the happiest and friendliest puppy I have ever seen. Last week when we came to the top of the north hill on the GreenBelt, I called the dogs back, knowing that coyotes and foxes and an occasional mountain lion run up there. Ben and Maggie came back, but not Mollie. I felt some fear for her as I hurried up the trail.
When I crested the ridge I found Mollie sitting at the edge of the wild area, watching the field behind Kullerstrand Elementary where a girl's soccer team was practicing. On the way home I let her go when she started over to see the girls, who had finished their game. She went from child to child, with her ears and tail down, wagging her little rear. The girls were delighted, and Mollie had forgot all about me.
I waited a little while then called Mollie back. She ignored me, and six or seven of the little girls had to run over with Mollie pacing along in the center of them. At 15 feet away she finally heard my calls to come, and ran over to greet me and Ben and Maggie, as if to say 'Oh Hi, guys, I remember you.' 'Isnt this fun?
I brought some horse manure back from horse rescue on Saturday, and placed it in my garden in two mounds. A half hour later Mollie discovered them, and barked and growled, for a good minute, letting the two mounds of horse manure know they were in big trouble for surprising her, and they had better watch out because she is one angry (little) dog.
Later I looked out the window and saw her in the garden, pulling on some Swiss Chard leaves, rolling in the dirt, and just plain pleased as peaches to be alive.
That kind of attitude tends to rubs off, and is why dogs make you a better person.
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