We Made Molly a Beach Bum

 For about five years, we owned a nice place at the Delaware beaches. So we spent a lot of weekends down there but you know, many places down there are not very pet friendly and so most of the season, we just hung out at our campsite. We did eventually learn that one or two beach spots allowed for pets during the season and so we set out to take Miss Molly to a beach and see how she liked it. 

“Hey Miss Molly….do you wanna —-“

Let me explain something about Molly. We have buzz words that we have to be cautious with while speaking in front of this incredibly smart fur baby. The phrase “Do you wanna” is one of these buzz phrases and so the very second that you’re probably at “you”, her ears have peaked, and she it sitting up ready to go on the balance of the question. 

“Hey Miss Molly….do you wanna go to the beach?”

Such a silly question, mommy and daddy. Of course she does. So up, perky and ready for the harness and leash. As soon as decisions like this are made, Molly is so ready that she demands we are ready to go immediately and therefore, we always find ourselves rushing to get out the door ensuring that we have everything needed. All this mayhem because we asked the fated, "Do you wanna---" before we ourselves were ready to go.

Upon arrival, Molly was a little hesitant and for good reason. This little doggie staring into the vastness of water...moving water with thunderous, crashing water and all the noise. So, what does she do? She runs amok around and near it until she decides to go a little further until she actually runs into the water. Of course, because she is so cute, we had to shoot video of this experience. so you can see for yourself. Does anyone else's Miniature Schnauzer act like this at the beach?

What a day for the little princess. She did eventually get into the water enough to get fully wet and she did her share of running around the beach. Needless to say that when we returned to camp, this little girl needed a big time bath to get all of the sand and salt off of her and she spent the next 12-14 hours sleeping peacefully. What a bum!

Feeling Froggy

Most likely this was mentioned previously in a post, but to remind you, the reader, Molly is by design, a ratter. Her dominant breed (Miniature Schnauzer) was bred to live in the barn and handle small vermin. Thus, when she is out for walks, she gives chase to rabbits, squirrels, other dogs and cats. She loves to catch and eat, flies, crickets, bees and almost anything else. Not slugs..no slugs. Every time she goes for a walk, there is a check of the house perimeter before leaving and when returning to the house.

Here is another trait that Molly possesses; she has a mind like an elephant. Almost never forgets anything. This is very true when she finds a bone on a lawn and we have to stop her from getting it or wrestle it from her jaws. Without missing a beat the next time she is on that walk she will be looking for that prize that got away.

So one day daddy (me) is taking Molly for a walk and she is following her usual pattern of checking out the perimeter of the house only this time she is checking out the shed with passion. I finally get her attention away from the check and we continue our walk. Upon returning, again she was poking her nose under the shed and I could not for the life of me figure what is was that she was after so badly. I thought nothing of it that day until the next day she was at it again. This is where the remembering things like an elephant comes into play. This time, she was trampling through Mommy's flowers to get different angles under the shed. So now I had to mention this strange and funny behavior to Mommy and told her that Molly was trampling through her flowers to get under the shed.

"Oh, yeah, she found a frog and chased it under there", Mommy says.

And now for a week, she has been on that shed like white on rice. One day we were walking Molly and we decided to take her through the backyard at the end of her stroll and away she went to the shed area. This time rummaging under the pallet alongside the shed looking for the frog. Truly, if she was not as chunky, Molly would have gotten completely under that pallet to get that frog. That is assuming that the frog is even there. She has been pursuing it for a week, one would think that the frog has moved on. Molly hasn't. Rest assured, Molly will continue this pursuit until she is totally satisfied that there is no longer a threat to the shed by a frog.

Midday at the Oasis

We have wanted a deck for a long, long time. In fact, we've wanted a deck for longer than Molly has even been around. But Molly was a definite factor in the the deck decision process. You see where we live, we cannot have fenced yards so you can't just open a door and let your fur babies run free. So by having a deck, we can install a gate and Molly can at least come out sans leash and enjoy the outdoors.

Along the way, I (daddy) was hesitant. I mean I was excited that Molly would have new horizons with a deck but at the same time worried that she would not take to it because frankly Molly is not good with change. 

What was interesting is that after the main portion of the deck was completed it was another three days before the gate would be done so we had to use a child gate to keep Molly in. But like we always brag about, Molly being the smart cookie she is would not come out on the deck unless and until the child gate was put up. Truly amazing. 

Now that the deck is complete Molly is loving it. It has become the perfect extension for her as she gets to come outside more often and bark at everybody and everything that comes by her path. She also has her own pool on the deck so she can take a quick cool dip after a long summer's day walk or just come outside to cool her belly for a bit. 

So if you are looking for Molly this summer you will probably find her deck-side with Mommy taking in some pool time and guarding the ole homestead. 

The Doctor's Visit

First an apology for not writing in a while, it has been very busy.

Last weekend, Molly had to go to the doctor's for her yearly checkup and some shots. What was pretty cool about this visit is that I do not usually get to accompany Mommy and Molly because of work. But this year we got ourselves a Saturday appointment and we also got to see Dr. Richard, which is always a treat.

Molly has been bugging to get outdoors and go bye-byes a lot lately and that is because she was able to go with us to a few places in the car and now she is all excited about that and it was no problem getting her to go. After all, in the past week she took a car ride to Uncle Paul and Aunt Jen's house, she took a ride to the groomers and she took a ride or two to her favorite little walking parks. That is a lot of car trips for one week, eh?

OK, so we had a good visit with the doctor. Molly is doing very well and she passed all of her tests that she had and that is super-duper! No flea issues, no parasite issues and she was real good for her blood draw and her shot plus she has to do this nasal mist for Kennel Cough and Dr. Richard says that she takes it textbook-style. Of course, she is OUR MOLLY!

I was glad to have gone because I wanted to talk to the doctor about Molly's diet. Because she had bladder stone surgery when she was one year old, she is on a special diet of Royal Canin SO and then of course her treats for going outside. I thought that because, like every other dog, she eats cat poo if/when she can get away with it that maybe we should supplement her diet with some fruits or vegetables. But sad to say that Dr. Richard said for maximum effect of the dog food prescription, that it was recommended that nothing else be given. We only want what is best for our girl and not have her or us go through that pain again.

But for now, we can report a straight A report card for Molly!

Mikey & The Rainbow Bridge

Early in May, I believe the 6th to be somewhat exact, Mikey passed on to the Rainbow Bridge. Mikey was the last of our three chihuahuas and he had been sickly for some time before passing.

Just to give you some background, Mikey and Tippy never gave a hoot for Molly. In the two plus years that she has been here (nearly three this Autumn), these two just never liked her at all. But after Tippy passed away we would catch Molly and Mikey sleeping together; especially when they were waiting for Mommy. You know...the frienemy of my frienemy.... But mostly nothing but barking and growling and general dislike was the order for the day....all day...every day!

Since Mikey has left us, Molly seems to be more clingy than usual. She seems so much more sad when Mommy is not around and probably worse when we are both gone at the same time. It is almost as if, even though her and Mikey never really got along, she knows that she is the only one there. Like the sheer presence of Mikey was enough to satisfy her when Mommy and/or Daddy were gone.



Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... 

Author unknown...

Of Fireworks and Thunderstorms

With today being Independence Day and one of those "Fireworks" holidays, I thought I would relay some information about Molly that many may already know; being that most dogs feel the same. That is that fireworks scare Molly (and most of her canine kind).

So since last weekend, random fireworks have been going off in the neighborhood. It is bad enough that we have to deal with Molly's fright and panic attacks on the very night that the local university and local amateur pyros do their thing but then we have to deal with this about nightly for a week. So now let's compound the issue...thunderstorms. Thunder, like the boom of fireworks, drives Molly crazy. Poor girl shakes a mile a minute, cannot get comfortable and runs about not knowing what to do. Our recently and dearly departed Mikey had the same issue but he was also a radar. If Mikey came up

From Top: Joey (2000-2009) &
Mikey (2001-2014)

to you and was shaking profusely and the sun was out, it meant he could hear fireworks in the distance, felt a storm brewing or knew war was imminent. We should have named him RADAR.

I realize that there is nothing that we can do to stop fireworks and thunderstorms. One is nature's arguments and the other is a spectacle that is undertaking by proud Americans to celebrate the birth of freedom in the USA. But for dog mommies and daddies you have to make sure that you do not get frustrated over the actions of your furbabies. They are scared and unsure of what is happening and the idea of not knowing what the noise represents is a huge catalyst for fear. So please...love them and hug them and make them feel safe. After all
, it really is all they want when the noises happen.

Molly Investigates; A Noir Story

It was a hot and downright muggy morning. It was only 6 AM but I knew this was gonna be a barn burner today. You know the kind.

I was laying there minding my business while my people slept. I was working on a good piece of raw-hide when my one person, Big Daddy, woke up. Big Daddy. That's what Mommy calls him so I guess it's his name. So he gets up and rattles me for the morning walk. Boy I'm dreading this. Never really anthing exciting on these morning walks except a pee some and maybe have a morning constitutional while I am out there. It all depends how I feel, you know what I mean. Maybe today is different; I think its Wednesday so maybe I will get to see those big trucks that come through on Wednesdays. Of course, it occurs to me...how do I know its Wednesday? What is Wednesday anyway?

So we're walking along. Good Lord! It's hotter than catfight in the middle of August out there. But up the street we go. I'm sniffing around not really getting any vibes. Haven't seen a cat yet. So hot the cats are hiding. Bitches! The worms are dead and dried up along the pavement. I better not stay out here too long because I don't wanna turn out like them. Well, I ate one. They sure are tasty. For some reason I don't think Big Daddy shares in my enthusiasm over them. His loss.

Something's happening around here. I can hear it. It's a familiar sound that I have not heard in some time. Let me think on it some more. Mine as well punch out a number two and make the 'rents happy while I think. You know what I mean...

That's done and the sound is getting louder. Wait a minute; I know that noise. It's that raspy lady person who always yells at her dogs while they amusingly drag her down the street. Here she comes with her dog. Hey Big Daddy, let me go. C'mon, loosen the strap, man! Geez, my person is strong. He is not budging at all. The raspy person and the dog are passing by on the other side of the street. Dammit! I missed again. It's like Groundhog Day or something. Groundhog.....groundhog.....food...... Wait! Gotta clear my head.

With them gone I must investigate. Gotta drag Big Daddy along so I can sniff around and pick up the scent of everywhere that big boy was at. If I have to sniff and lick every blade of grass in this nieghborhood, I will. I must get to the bottom of this mystery. Finally, something to take the opprssive heat out of my mind. I must find the scent of that dog. Alas! This is his pee on this pole. Well, we cannot have this type of behavior so I will just apply my own scent here. There. I realize this isn't everyone's cup of pee but it's how we roll in the pet world.

Now there is a site for sore eyes. A cat on a hot car roof. How did it get there and why can't I get it? This is crazy. Big Daddy keeping me at bay and what do you mean I can't has the kitty? I don't get it. Is this not why I am here? To rid this complex of vermin such as cats. Well have it your way. I'm just trying to help. Now we are back at the house. I think I just heard Mommy at the back door.

Wait! What was that noise? Cats are fighting. I have got to check this out. The problem is that Big Daddy keeps holding me back. I have to figure out what is wrong with this guy. Geez so much for entertainment. Well, at least we are home. It's much cooler in there and I have to get a drink of water.

Now that I got a snack; which by the way is the best part of these journeys. I had plenty to drink now I will just lay up here with Mommy for awhile. But don't you worry because it won't be too long now that I will be back on the hunt and watching up and down the street. You can count on seeing me conduct my investigations 4 or more times a day. So I'll be watching. I'll be watc....zzz zzz zzz zzz

Our Muddy Buddy

Today being the second day of Spring and the weather being so nice, we decided to take Molly to the Bark Park and let her run around and play. What we did not count on is that Molly thought we were going to a MudRun for poochies.

Everything started out as usual with Molly making new friends and going after the dogs who attempt to "check her out". You might recall from earlier readings that Molly apparently has a rule; I can check you out but you cannot check me out. So she met some friends and ran around which is always nice to watch her have the opportunity to run free without a leash.

In the center of the Bark Park is this real nice canopy system so it provides some shade on a hot day. Well, because the Winter was so wet, there is a puddle of water under the canopy between the poles. Well, Molly kept running through it (as were other dogs) and getting her paws all dirty. Well, soon enough, she decides to run into the water, stop, and plop down dead center in the muddy water. She did this only for a second, which we think may have been a tactic to keep other dogs from checking her out. Think about it, if she is covered in mud, no one will smell her. Pretty ingenious if you ask me. While we were there we met a nice woman who had a great looking pooch. It was a Chihuahua and Yorkie breed. She was very skiddish and yappie but that was the Chihuahua in her; we know from experience.

Final story for this edition of the Chronicles. Obviously Mommy wasn't too happy with the mud situation and having leather seats in her car, Molly was made to sit by herself in the back seat. Well, from the parting shot below you can see I took this and many pictures like it on the way home. After each picture I kept thinking to myself why is she looking down. Well we soon found out. She was scaling the situation in the from seat because out of nowhere while we were driving she jumped over the seat into the front perfectly. I mean I could not believe she did not crash into the dash board. She really is a smart cookie. Until next time...
 

Molly the Malicious

Those of you who are intimately connected to Molly may be aware of the Great Hot Dog Caper of 2012, however, it would seem that Molly once more makes sure the year will not end without another malicious act.

Earlier this week, Tarah was eagerly awaiting to be picked up by our neighbors as she wanted to go spend some time with our friends and giver them some of the pizzelles that she made with Grammy. So while waiting, pizzelles were being enjoyed by all. It was at this time that our friend's daughter came over to get Tarah.

Molly goes into a frenzy when we have company and after doing her share of barking at the guest and running around the living room and dining room like a crazed maniac, what happened next was unbelievable. In one stitch in time, Tarah had a full pizzelle in her hand and in the very next movement, Molly had that full pizzelle in her mouth. You see Molly uses strategy to gain that which she craves and in this case the disruption and activity of a visitor became the catalyst that she needed.

I am happy to report however that after a small chase and cornering by Mommy and Daddy, Molly relinquished the stolen goods intact and without further incident and we have once again protected her precious and sensitive belly from the harms of human foods.

Thus as the close of the year approaches, this story will go down in Molly lore as The Great Pizzelle Plunder of 2013.

Molly Prepares for Halloween

With Halloween fast approaching, it was time to do that thing that all parents have to do with their children; and with Molly it is no different. It is time to pick out this year's Halloween costume. Now this is a very tedious process especially after the Great Santa Suit Disaster of 2011. However, we were fortunate that Molly has begun to accept her outfits as she did with her dress. So this should not be too bad, right?

The choice was clear. Molly would be a witch this year, which on many levels is a wise choice..haha.

So the outfit fits better and Molly is much more tolerant with the way the costume goes onto the body. What she does not like, and quite honestly I have yet to meet a dog who does, is the hat that goes with the costume.



So this year at Halloween, there will be one more witch in the household here. A beautiful, furry, loving witch...named Molly.

Molly Visits the Bark Park

Every once in a while (a GREAT while) I have a great idea. Today I decided that we should take Molly to the new Bark Park that recently opened at the community park. She really enjoyed the entire experience which started out as a walk along the walking trail en route to the doggie play area.

We have never had her in an interactive situation with other dogs other than meeting neighbor dogs around the complex so this was a very unique experience not only for Molly, but for mommy and daddy as well. There were about 10 or so other dogs there and the park is split into two fenced areas; one for small dogs and one for large dogs.

I had a great moment today because I met another Miniature Schnauzer breed. He is a rescue whose mommy saved him from an abusive situation. She thinks he is mixed with Jack Russell but I did not see Jack in him. As you can see from the picture, he has the same coloring of Molly. Bonus, I think he wanted to come home with us when we left. But that will be our secret.

What a great thing for the county to do by putting in the dog park so that dogs can go somewhere to run free. This really helps folks like us because we cannot have enclosed areas at our home where we can do this with the fur-babies. And now to bring this blog to a close, here is a small video clip of Molly wandering around leash-free with the other dogs. See ya next time!

Molly Has A Boyfriend

There is that time in every Daddy's life when he knows his girls will meet someone. Well, this is true of our Dog-ter as well.

Enter Poncho; a mix breed of Dachshund and Jack Russell Terrier. He is OK, I guess. He seems nice, very interested in Molly. Problem is he has no job and no hopes and dreams. All he does is run around and stare at the sky and my Molly. I mean seriously, dude...get a job or something.

Now, Molly is very smitten over Poncho. Every time Poncho is outside with his parents, the two must get together and play. It is to the point now that if we walk by their house and Poncho is not outside, Molly whimpers and cries the whole way passing the yard. That is one thing about Molly, smart as a whip, never forgets anything.

One of the benefits that Poncho has over her is that he is hardly ever on a leash. Crazy as this sounds, he must smell her coming because if he is not leashed he comes running down the street to meet her. Then they go at it having a blast. It's funny because you know how dogs have to smell each other, right? Well, Molly has to constantly check out Poncho but so help her god if Poncho tries to check her out. Molly is not too much into the checking me out thing. The good news, when we get to have a play date with Poncho, Molly is definitely tired out and therefore we always hope for an evening play date on her last walk of the night and that usually puts her out.

So, I suppose as long as he does not hurt her, I will be OK with Poncho. Basically the same rules apply that apply to my daughters...treat them right or bleed...badly.... This must be what they call...Puppy Love!

Eat the Worm...

This is not a drinking story. I just want to clarify that in case by the sign of the title, you assumed that we allow Molly to drink Tequila. Although some days, I think that we need some tequila dealing with our little girl.

In the Spring months, especially with all the rain that we have this past Spring, walking Molly is a chore beings that she feels so compelled to stop every 2-3 inches to dig up worms and eat them. What is it about this beautiful dog that she feels that she has to have such a disgusting habit?

Her breed of course has a history as a working dog running vermin and varmints out of the barns and stables, so I assume that this triggers some of this behavior. We see this a lot during walks, for example she has a knack of coming back to the house and checking every inch of the base of the house on the way back to the front door. I think we are safe from vermin.

How dare the worms hang out anyway waiting to be eaten! And seriously, if I fished more I could use this habit of hers to my advantage...hmmm.

Pretty in Pink

So you have, no doubt, seen in the pictures so far that Molly's color is pink. Now I should point out that Mommy has decided that Molly's color is pink. Dogs are color blind.

Is there a such thing as going over-board on colors and designs and even garments for your pet? I often wonder about this as Mommy continually builds wardrobe and accessories for Molly...as much in pink as possible. Let's take an inventory so far:

Molly has always had pink harnesses. I say it that way (always) because as just under 2 years old, this pup has chewed through 2 harnesses so far. Her current harness is a pink leopard pattern (my niece is so proud) and is rugged...er...because Daddy bought this one. The latter one is holding up pretty good.

Molly has a pink leash. Molly's pink leash has a pink bone attached to it with a pink ring that holds pink poopy pouches.

By the way, if the weather is inclement, Molly has a pink ski vest that will protect her from the rain or snow and keeps her belly warm in the winter. We did try tiny infant pink socks to protect her feet but she was not having any part of that.

Finally, I think, Molly has a sexy pink dress that says, "Maneater: Watch Out Boys She'll Chew You Up!"

Meet the Duke, Pilgrim!

Molly's first Christmas season was surely a busy one. Besides being dressed up as Molly Claus, against her will,she attended her first Family Reunion. Now, at the reunion was my Niece's dog, Duke. Duke is a Jack Russel/Pug mix breed and has the energy of a kid on a constant candy rush. So we took our chances (because Daddy was real worried about this) and put these two cousins together.

As it turned out, they were inseparable. They played every minute they were awake and I mean sort of rough. But apparently, my Molly likes it that way. They would run around the house end to end wrestling, playing and just loving each others company. It was cute. It was also a much needed break for Mommy because usually Mommy and Molly are inseparable. So Mommy was enjoying her "time off" and was very much appreciative of Duke keeping Molly otherwise occupied.

I tell you, it was so bad that Molly could not wait to awake the following morning and see Duke. They were staying with us for the week. Everywhere Duke went, Molly was in tow. They even had to go outside together and go potty together. Kind of creepy thinking about it. It was probably good for Duke too because he has a creepy attachment to his grandma; but this story is not about Duke so he can get his own blog.

It was a hectic and exciting Christmas holiday for Molly. So many people to meet and bark at and of course Duke. I don't think she forgot about Duke and she still thinks about him a lot. Maybe they will meet again someday but when that happens Duke should keep in mind that Molly is grown now, so...careful big guy!

Molly's First Christmas

As the Christmas holidays rolled upon us back in December of 2011, Molly was still a tiny little puppy. She was cute as well. And you know what happens to little cute puppies right? Mommy & Daddy buy embarrassing puppy clothes. This year was no different.

We took a ride to Koziar's Christmas Village in Pennsylvania with our good friends, Rick & Dana. Now after touring this amazing facility, it is common practice of the Sisterhood of the Wives that you must stop by the gift shop. And of course in this gift shop, there was a selection of Santa suits for doggies. Sharen had to have one and if there are any comments posted that state that I wanted one...well, the jury is still out and deliberating that one.

Ahem..back to the story. So we actually could not wait to get back home and try this outfit on Molly. Looking back and looking at the pictures, I think Molly felt that she could have waited longer. So when we returned home and had some fun and laughs dressing Molly up in the Santa suit. Though she looked very cute, she did not quite like it and naturally by the time we finished our photo session, she was chewing her way free from it.

In our next posting, we look back at more from Molly's first Christmas and her meeting with her "cousin". Stay tuned!

Molly Takes a Vacation

In my welcome post, I explained how Molly arrived here...against my opinion. In two days on Friday, we were scheduled to go to Gettysburg, PA for the weekend. Molly's sitter fell through and now what were we supposed to do? I spoke to the people at the hotel we were staying at and low and behold they had pet rooms and just moved us into one of them. Thank Goodness.

At this point, I was upset at my wife for not listening, upset at Molly because I was not thrilled that she was purchased and upset because our two chihuahuas could not stand the fact that Molly was here. The whole house was in turmoil. I need a vacation....

So off to Gettysburg we go. Just me, my lovely wife, HER dog and our daughter. I must admit that this doggie was growing on me. Seems that as soon as we filled up the van and rolled up Route 896, this pooch became more and more....something.

So because we had this puppy on vacation, we had to curtail what we did to accommodate the fact that we had to stay with her. We ate some meals in our hotel room, we ate some meals picnic style upon the battlefield and even once we ate real fast in a restaurant while she slept in the car (note - RELAX animal activists; it was 60 degrees and the sun was down on a beautiful October evening). When the girls went shopping I stayed outside on benches watching the dog and conversing with everyone who walked by because they were so beside themselves with this cute creature. Molly was the biggest attraction in Gettysburg that weekend.

Molly spent many hours in some shops hidden in Mommy's jacket and went out on ghost hunts with us. She had a busy weekend for a 12 week old puppy. Of course we took pictures, we take lots of pictures of Molly. Here is one for you taken behind Devil's Den. She takes a great picture.

So it was a real good weekend, we had fun even though we had to curtail our planning around Molly. In fact, we found out over the next two years that the world as we know it does, in fact, revolve around Molly. But something really fantastic happened that weekend in Gettysburg....I fell in love with Molly.

Who is Molly?

Greetings Visitors and welcome to The Molly Chronicles. This blog starts as a result of a popular series of posts on Facebook, all of which will be moved here. But if you are new and wondering why you are here and just who is Molly, then this is the appropriate way to start.

Molly is a mixed breed puppy. Part Maltese, part Miniature Schnauzer and all cute. Of course, being that I am her daddy, I may have a biased opinion, but you be the judge. Let's begin our journey with a short story about how Molly came to be our pet.

While working one Wednesday evening, my wife calls me and tells me she is with her girlfriend at the pet store. "Can I buy a puppy", she asks. I tell her no. " I am sorry, babe, but we cannot afford it and I thought we discussed that after our beloved Joey died, we were not getting anymore dogs..."

I went on to tell her that our other two dogs, both of which were Chihuahuas, were not going to appreciate the addition of another dog. Well, I promised a short story so I will tie this up for you. I come home from the client's house and there is my loving, obedient wife...with a new puppy on her lap. Apropos of nothing at all, it should be noted that my wife hears opposites.

Thus begins the journey of Molly in her new home. Now the very first Chronicle, which is next, deals with Molly's fist week. Stay tuned.....