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<blockquote data-quote="Suz" data-source="post: 176990" data-attributes="member: 29"><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">You know, she was the worst puppy ever born.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Thats what we told her and everyone else. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">It was true.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Oh. My. Goodness. She moved in with an attitude and a locking jaw.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">And separation anxiety. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">(I know, it sounds like an oxymoron but it isnt)</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">You can only imagine the destruction. Pillows ripped to shreds, table legs with gnaw marks, nothing was safe if Molly was left out of her crate when we werent home. So we nicknamed her The Mollinator. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Lets not forget that locking jaw. When she got her grip on something she didnt want to give up she didnt give it up. Nothing would dissuade her. Nothing could dissuade her. Nothing.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">And she nipped us and BIT us and even bit the daggone mailman (!). And her puppy energy terrorized our old, dear Katie dog, then over 13, who wanted nothing to do with a baby in her face wanting to play.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Molly would jump the fence to visit the neighbors and not come back when called. She would grin at us from the back 40 as if to say, neener neener, cant get me, pthhhhhhhhtttttttttt. And she meant it.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Dog school was an exercise in futility with the Come! command. Nope, she wouldnt do it. </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">What saved her was how dang cute she was. You need to picture big, round, brown eyes that could be filled with merriment coupled with a devilish grin or full of pathos if pity suited her more at that moment. Add a shaggy coat and there was no way anyone could resist.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Then something happened and that something was Chelsea.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Enter sweet Chelsea, the lab/husky fuzzbutt that Molly needed to care for and romp with and be a Mom to. Every night from the day Chelsea moved in, Molly would groom her lick her face endlessly, chewing, nibbling, loving. It was simply the dearest thing Ive ever seen- those gentle kisses soothing both of them.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">She would rat Chelsea out when Chelsea was doing puppy things. She would bark and harangue until I went to investigate what was going on. So Molly taught Chelsea all of those lessons that we had tried to teach Molly and thought those lessons were in vain. Who knew that she not only really did learn them, but she was so good at them that she modeled them for her baby until Chelsea learned the lessons.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">And so Molly went from The Mollinator to the Perfect Dog. She stopped barking when I asked her to. She came when I asked her to. She only chewed on Chelsea and nothing and no one else.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">She took her motherhood responsibilities so seriously that she became terrified of thunderstorms, fireworks and other loud noises of any kind. Her eyes would grow BIG AND WIDE and she would shake and her teeth would chatter. It was her duty to protect us and she never wavered.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">I kept asking her during her senior years Molly, who would ever have believed that you would be the GOOD dog? And she would smile at me like she knew what I was asking.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">She is very ill now. Severe kidney failure and anemia. I was blessed with her for just over 15 years. Her time on earth will end tomorrow night. I am so grateful that we had such a long time together and so sorry that its not long enough. Molly, I cant possibly tell you how much I will miss you. I am comforted that you will be greeted by Pepper and Brandy and Katie at the Rainbow Bridge.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Rest in peace, my sweet Molly. You were, and will always be, loved. More than you will ever know.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Please hold a good thought for this sweet ,mischievous, and beloved soul.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">7/12/93- 7/23/08</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: #000000">Suz</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Suz, post: 176990, member: 29"] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]You know, she was the worst puppy ever born.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Thats what we told her and everyone else. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]It was true.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Oh. My. Goodness. She moved in with an attitude and a locking jaw.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]And separation anxiety. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000](I know, it sounds like an oxymoron but it isnt)[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]You can only imagine the destruction. Pillows ripped to shreds, table legs with gnaw marks, nothing was safe if Molly was left out of her crate when we werent home. So we nicknamed her The Mollinator. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Lets not forget that locking jaw. When she got her grip on something she didnt want to give up she didnt give it up. Nothing would dissuade her. Nothing could dissuade her. Nothing.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]And she nipped us and BIT us and even bit the daggone mailman (!). And her puppy energy terrorized our old, dear Katie dog, then over 13, who wanted nothing to do with a baby in her face wanting to play.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Molly would jump the fence to visit the neighbors and not come back when called. She would grin at us from the back 40 as if to say, neener neener, cant get me, pthhhhhhhhtttttttttt. And she meant it.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Dog school was an exercise in futility with the Come! command. Nope, she wouldnt do it. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]What saved her was how dang cute she was. You need to picture big, round, brown eyes that could be filled with merriment coupled with a devilish grin or full of pathos if pity suited her more at that moment. Add a shaggy coat and there was no way anyone could resist.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Then something happened and that something was Chelsea.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Enter sweet Chelsea, the lab/husky fuzzbutt that Molly needed to care for and romp with and be a Mom to. Every night from the day Chelsea moved in, Molly would groom her lick her face endlessly, chewing, nibbling, loving. It was simply the dearest thing Ive ever seen- those gentle kisses soothing both of them.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]She would rat Chelsea out when Chelsea was doing puppy things. She would bark and harangue until I went to investigate what was going on. So Molly taught Chelsea all of those lessons that we had tried to teach Molly and thought those lessons were in vain. Who knew that she not only really did learn them, but she was so good at them that she modeled them for her baby until Chelsea learned the lessons.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]And so Molly went from The Mollinator to the Perfect Dog. She stopped barking when I asked her to. She came when I asked her to. She only chewed on Chelsea and nothing and no one else.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]She took her motherhood responsibilities so seriously that she became terrified of thunderstorms, fireworks and other loud noises of any kind. Her eyes would grow BIG AND WIDE and she would shake and her teeth would chatter. It was her duty to protect us and she never wavered.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]I kept asking her during her senior years Molly, who would ever have believed that you would be the GOOD dog? And she would smile at me like she knew what I was asking.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]She is very ill now. Severe kidney failure and anemia. I was blessed with her for just over 15 years. Her time on earth will end tomorrow night. I am so grateful that we had such a long time together and so sorry that its not long enough. Molly, I cant possibly tell you how much I will miss you. I am comforted that you will be greeted by Pepper and Brandy and Katie at the Rainbow Bridge.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Rest in peace, my sweet Molly. You were, and will always be, loved. More than you will ever know.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Please hold a good thought for this sweet ,mischievous, and beloved soul.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]7/12/93- 7/23/08[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][/FONT] [FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=#000000]Suz[/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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