There is, however, one more special treat and it is Miss Molly, sometimes called Molly Mole, our little jack rat terrier who goes with me wherever I go. Molly is called with the addition of Mole on occasion for her penchant for tracking down and flushing out rodents and she is a superstar at it. It also comes from her fondness for rooting under blankets in the house on a cold winter's night with the only evidence of her presence being her tail which sticks out from under them. She can't help but wag it when we call her name. She adores being warm and in the bed if she can get away with it and she usually does. Noone can really get angry with this dynamo, for she puts on a charm show which makes us forget. But Molly does something else which touches my heart, for on those early morning hours she is my sidekick. She follows me wherever I go, sits and observes and if she sees anything out of sorts she lets me know. If it is the presence of an animal that should not be there, she calls the Great Pyrenees dogs, who rush to the call to see what's needed to be done. Molly stands ready for any action fitting for her size and it is comforting to know that she will let nothing or no one approach undetected.
Today added a small addition to Molly's routine and it was special to me. I noticed she wasn't following me on my rounds, so I took a look around to see where she had gone and, coming near to our entry gate, she was siting, looking toward the east. So I made a wide berth around her to avoid getting her attention and I found that she was looking at the sun finally rising above the pines and I snapped a picture of her which is he one shown at the start of this article. And I thought to myself, I wonder if she enjoys the sunrise as do I and decided, yes, I believe she does. Molly is a great little dog and I'm glad my wife brought her home, and that is another little story I'll share before logging off.
It was about eight years ago and I noticed my wife heading into the house after work with a box under her arm, and therein began our life with Molly in the family. On that day as my wife was leaving work, there was little girl, a veteran's daughter with a large box trying to give away cute little jack rat terrier puppies and there were a lot of little pups in the box. The little girl told my wife that she had to give away all the pups or her dad would take any left to the pound to be euthanized. Now, he wasn't a hard-hearted man, but times for he and his family were tough and he just couldn't afford any more mouths to feed. So, Charyl knew that if she didn't take a puppy home, it would be one more cute little dog destroyed.
And even though I had said we didn't need anymore dogs she brought this one home anyway. And, yes, I was not happy, but when I saw this little puppy with the distinctive large black dot on her side, I melted and so on went the story. The picture shown at the bottom of the story is Molly within the first month of her arrival. She was cute, precocious and smart and she captured our hearts. But now, as she is slowing down a bit, she is as loyal a friend as a dog can be, sensing my mood, understanding my every step and always standing by my side. So, here's to Molly, one great little dog, who is a great living example of why we call dogs man's best friend. Dogs, you've just gotta' love them.