1. We all know that Molly Sue is livin’ the life, so I thought I’d paint a little day-in-the-life word-picture (and picture-picture) for you. Ready?
2. FIRST THINGS FIRST
When I open my bedroom door at the ungodly (yes.it is.) hour of six, Molly is doing her sphinx impersonation. There is such an urgent look about her that if you didn’t know better, you would think she was desperate for a patch of grass out back. I do know better, so I greet her and assume the position.
I squat, legs wide and toes angled out, as Molly rolls over on her side. She heaves a trademark sigh and I commence with the early-morning belly rub. I rub and stretch and whisper sweet nothings to my good dog until my inner thighs can take no more.
We trot down the stairs side by side and fall into the next phase of our morning routine, which brings to mind my grandfather wandering into my grandmother’s clean kitchen for the pure joy of being chased back out.
Molly sits up.
I give her a “Seriously?” look.
She hangs her head but stands her ground.
She makes me say it. Every single day, she makes me say it.
“Molly, it’s not time yet.”
Head low, she mopes to her bed and flops dramatically. SIGH.
I fumble with the kettle, grind the beans, inhale deeply and decide to live another day. I pivot.
She’s sitting up.
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
She mopes and flops and siiiiighs.
We repeat this until 7:00, when I have to tell her to sit up. She looks at me disbelievingly. I make big eyes and tell her again.
In Virginia it was squirrels. In Colorado, bunnies.
5. When the various neighbors catch her stalking bunnies through their yards, we console them with the news that she’s never actually caught one.
Until, of course, she did.
6. THE ‘W’ WORD
Don’t say it unless you mean it. And by mean it, I mean you’re ready to g-o, shoes on and leash in hand. Otherwise you’re bound to trip over Miss Now?Now?Now?? sixteen times as you gather your shoes and jacket, smear on Chapstick, and search desperately for the infernal keys/leash/doggie bag. Should you accidentally whisper the ‘W’ word before you’re stepping over the threshold, you can tell her to SIT. STAY. but every blessed time you turn around she’ll be sitting and staying in your immediate path and looking for all the world like Oliver Twist begging for gruel.
6. TRAIL DOG
This. This is what makes it all worthwhile.
7. WHERE’S MY PUP!?
Every now and then I’ll stop and survey the landscape. The real treat is to catch Molly sussing out the bunnies’ hidey holes, because she bounds between shrubs and grasses, grinning all the while. Sometimes, though, I can’t spot her. I put hand to brow like Gilligan and survey the landscape.
I call out, “Molly Sue!!!”
And again, “Molly SUUUUUUUEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Suddenly, where there was no pup..
..there’s my happy, happy girl!
She’s running straight into my arms!
She loves me so! I am her human, and she is my good dog! Boon companions ever, nothing can keep us apart!
Until she spots another bunny..