We welcomed a new addition to our family on Saturday. Not a two footed addition, but a four footed one with a tail, named Molly.
Dan and I have been aching for an animal since we lost our rabbit, Stewie, last year. We had Stew almost the entire time we were married. We desperately missed the sound of pattering feet in the house and someone to greet us eagerly when we got home from work. We, of course, had a brief visit from Miss Piggy in the fall which made us realize all the more how much we wanted a dog.
Dan and I, along with his son, Danny went down to the Sterling Animal Shelter on Saturday “just to look”. We had agreed that we wanted a bit of an older dog, maybe one to two years old and of medium build. When we arrived at the shelter we saw two sister puppies that were entwined together sleeping soundly. They looked to be a mix between a lab and a beagle. Not the medium sized dog we had spoken about. I opened the door to the kennel and Molly’s little head flopped out and rested in my hands. She slept pretty much the entire time we were there with her sister prancing around us full of curiosity. All of us liked Molly’s markings better than her sister but we liked the other puppy’s personality. As we were discussing who to choose another family came by and quickly decided that they wanted Molly’s sister to take home. The woman from the shelter gave us the option to choose first since we were there first. We all hated to take one dog leaving the other behind so we figured if we took this one and the other family took the sister at least neither one would be alone and all of us would be happy.
The three of us loaded up our new bundle of joy and brought her home. As soon as we clipped a leash to her collar she promptly lay on her back with all 4 legs up in the air and started chewing on it. I tried rolling her over and getting her on her feet but she was having no part of it. Danny finally had to bend down and pick up the awkward, floppy and squirmy puppy. She spent the rest of her first day home sleeping on the couch.
Sunday morning we woke up to Molly sacked out on Danny’s bed with him. She eyeballed us from the bed and Dan carried her out of the room. She promptly came in our room and squatted on our rug. I was shouting “NOOO” while Dan was making a dash with her down the stairs to the door. She went out, came back in and immediately left me a “gift” on the Oriental rug I brought back from Morocco.
Dan and Danny headed off in the later morning to pick up fencing for Molly. In one of my attempts to teach her to use the outdoors and not my rugs to go potty she made a dash for the swamp. She was just fixed on Tuesday and we had clear instructions not to let her get wet for two weeks. She was running pell mell for the swamp with me running after her in my bathrobe uselessly shouting her name that she doesn’t know yet. I finally caught up with her and as I reached down to grab her she started to lay down and roll over in the water. I caught her before she fell in and it was a long trek carrying her back to the house; me in my bathrobe fluttering awry with pricker bushes scraping my legs and breathing heavy from exertion and Molly lolling in my arms with her wet legs being wiped dry on my bathrobe. The guys returned home and I decided to shower the swamp and wet dog smell off of me. As I was showering I could hear a noise that I couldn’t quite place. When I stepped out of the shower I could hear a loud howling echoing through our rug less hallways. It started off low and grew to this grand long drawn out howl that only a hound can make. You see, Molly is a Mamma’s girl and doesn’t like to be ignored. We spent the rest of the day cleaning up her “gifts”, clapping and making a fuss when she did well and making her a fenced in area.
Monday morning dawned early and Molly was still asleep in Danny’s room. I opened the door and she was wiggling with excitement. I backed out of the room quietly so I wouldn’t disturb Danny. I got the door closed when she started to whine and whimper. I went back in and she rolled over with her belly showing with her tail wagging madly. I rolled her to the floor and she immediately squatted. I grabbed her and ran to the door; put her down to open it and she peed on my Oriental again. With a heavy sigh I put her outside in her new pen but she didn’t have to go; she went on my rug already. I let her back in and she pooped on my other Oriental.
Molly is going to be a great teacher for me in many different ways. I will learn patience as she fumbles through learning new things. She will teach me to get in shape as I chase her and gain muscles from picking her up and carrying her. She will teach me compassion and understanding as I know that it must be scary to be in a new place away from all that she knew. She will remind me of unconditional love that comes with having animals and all the joy and frustration they bring to a home.
But there are times I catch myself calling her “Marley” instead of “Molly.”