my molly

This is our family dog. Her name's Molly. She's a real sweetheart.

I once said that I would never want to own a small dog. Too jumpy and noisy. And annoying.

And then I saw her. She was a fuzzy, little brown fur ball. And so calm. Unusually calm for a puppy, I remember thinking. And I was smitten. We brought her home.

And now she's my little sidekick which is nice (except when she's underfoot in the kitchen or following me into the bathroom.) She's my little nap buddy. I seem to be taking quite a few naps these days, and she always gets so excited when I say, "Wanna take a nap with me, Molly?!" Really. She does. She starts wagging that little tail and she runs to the bedroom and hops up on the bed. (Yes, she sleeps in our bed. That's another thing I said I would never do that I now do. Sigh.)

And she has this thing with clothing. If we leave any piece of clothing on our bed, she lies herself right down on top of it. I suppose it's softer and more cuddly.

So I just had to share 'cause I snapped these pics of her the other day. While I sat in my chair crocheting, she took her position on the bed, first to keep guard over the neighborhood by staring out the window, then to settle down for a nap when she was certain all was safe in the valley.

She's a silly girl, this Molly.