Molly: The muttMohn
This here is Molly. She belongs to eMohn and sheMohn and I’ve known her for as long as they’ve had her. She’s a rather relaxed dog but still knows how to throw down with the stuffed animals toys. Molly and Chase get along OK. The BDD? Let’s just say that Molly doesn’t really care of puppy-like doggins.
Can I just tell you how frickin’ happy this dog was to see me and the hubs when we visited our friends in Dusseldorf? She was all like “Hi Mom! Oh, who in the heck did you drag… OH MY GOSH IT’S MY FRIENDS! YOU BROUGHT MY FRIENDS! OHAI!” This doggin would have done a back flip if she could. Sorry sheMohn, but Molly’s greeting totally trumps your handmade Willkommen sign at the airport.
Little did eMohn and sheMohn know that Molly snuck out of their bedroom and slept with us on the trundle-bed. Until we told them that their doggin was a bed hog and extremely hot. But she’s such a sweetie.
I took these on Saturday during the football game. She’s tuckered out – the Tasmanian Toddler wanted nothing but to pet her and she would have none of it. Nein. Nichts. But the two year old has left the building, no reason to stay alert. Or awake for that matter.