The Mollydog
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On our last night with Molly, Tootie insisted that we read Dog Heaven aloud to Molly. Of course, I sobbed the whole way through.
This is a wonderful children's book about an afterlife for dogs.
Group cuddle.
And now here are some happier memories. These photos were taken when Molly was in her prime.
Molly always was an over-sized lapdog.
These next few photos illustrate the Battle of Red Chair.
During my years as a single girl, I had this cute red chair that Molly adored.
The canine lounger.
Problem is, when Hubs and I got married, Hubs decided he liked the chair too. There were times when they would actually race for the chair. When Hubs got it, Molly would lie in wait …
When he gets up to refill his coffee mug, he will lose that chair.
Victory!
They tried on occasion to share, but …
... that didn't work so well.
One year, Hubs decided he would be the one to groom Molly. So he ran out and bought some puppy trimmers.
The dog was skeptical.
“Oh, look,” our vet said when we went in soon after. “It’s the Faith Hill cut!”
Molly's mommy did not like the cut. On Faith or the dog.
Molly was a great outdoor dog. She loved Frisbee, ball and hiking. Oh, and grilling. Because she got the leftovers.
"Yeah, I know it's slimy, but please throw it again!"
After we got rid of the Red Chair, Molly found a new place to nap.
Doggie in the laundry basket.
These last two photos are among my favorites:
On top of Pinnacle.
I miss you, Molly. RIP.
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