Dogs of December

Hurricane Molly, aka Red Molly, now almost 18 months old, came to stay with us for ten days in December. Ken was pretty nervous about having her for so long but by the time she went home, he had to admit that she is a lot of fun. That dog never knows a sad moment, never gets mad, never feels pain, never runs out of energy. No matter how active she is, she is ready for more. Our dogs were pretty well exhausted by the time she left. Sky pushed her into the snow time and time again, grabbed her by the throat repeatedly and she still came back for more. She loves Sky. To the moon. Luna learned to keep me between herself and Molly and walked behind me most of the time. If she was in Molly’s path, she learned to duck away at the last moment to avoid a bruising collision. Molly doesn’t always know when to put on the brakes.

We walked everyday. Sometimes we went skiing. We did keep her as busy as possible but there were some days when I had to get some work done and she would get bored and continuously bring me a ball or something else for a game. Overall she was a good dog and brought lots of joy into our life.

In case you’ve forgotten, here is what Molly looked like a year ago.