As some of you know, we lost Dakota. That was Sept. 7th on a Friday. I wrote the post on her Sunday evening. My youngest son was here back from Afghanistan and he saw what it was doing to the family.
Saturday afternoon, on the eighth, I was watching a movie on tv and had dozed off.
Something woke me up, I looked in my lap and there sat a seven week old female golden retriever. My son and a friend of his had bought us a puppy. My wife was ecstatic. She has been wanting one for two years, but we thought three would be a bit much.
We were going to wait a while before doing this, but we couldn't disappoint our son and that furry face looking at us. I think we were in love in about four minutes.
We took her to the vet for her first shots, she weighed six pounds. We took her three weeks later for the second series and she weighed twelve.
She has chewed up my fish tank cleaning brush (had her nose in everything as I cleaned the tank), a paint brush, a telephone cord, my wife's slippers (she's sneaky), several toys, and alas, my hands.
She doesn't bother to chew food, just inhales.
Cheyenne, our other golden who is nine years old and this little squirt took to each other immediately. They play together constantly. I found that Cheyenne has more patients than I do.
A strange thing happened when that puppy was placed in my lap by my son. I picked her up, looked into her eyes, then looked at my wife and said "her name is Molly". I don't know why I did that to this day.
Why is it that it takes several weeks to toilet train, a couple weeks for them to learn their name, but they immediately learn what a treat is, where the food bowl is, and know how to swim in the water bowl?
Soooo... meet Molly
the one who knows she's queen of the house,
and is learning quickly to train her humans......
