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10 November ~2008
Mollie is quite a handful now - I have to watch her constantly to see what she is up to. It is not a good sign when things get quiet. Last week in five minutes she tore the front and back cover off my new Peterson's field guide to Medicinal Plants.When I put on my socks she sees that as a game and a challenge, and tries to pull them off from the toes. I have to let her have the sock and reach for another one while she is occupied.
She unties my shoelaces while I am walking. She retrieves my shoes from the bedroom and chews the laces off.
I have Mollie on a natural diet and feed her raw beef and chicken in the morning. I found out that like my old dog Bud, she has the habit of burying bones and food. She took a chicken drumstick I handed her out to the garden a bury it, watching Ben closely to see if he spied what she was doing. He did, but waited until she left to dig it up.
Last night I gave her a chunk of beef and fortunately watched her when she walked off with it. She went to the next room, looked around a bit, then jumped up into an easy chair and shoved the chunk of meat down in the crack between the cushion and the back of the chair.
Yeah, she is a handful, but at times is sweet as an Angel. Late in the evening I call her over and we sit on the steps above the front doors. I play the harmonica and she lifts her head and accompanies me in her little puppy wolf voice. Sometimes we harmonize with our long notes.
And look at the photo below, of her giving Mom another puppy kiss.
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