Allow me to introduce you to our new family member, Good Golly Miss Molly, aka Molly Moo or just Molly.
I had been looking on Petfinder for a dog that might help fill the void caused by Buddy’s passing and saw that a local rescue had a sweet pittie mix listed, but when I contacted the rescue they told me she was no longer available. However, there was Molly. I heard her sad tale and said yes.
Molly is a 13-year-old Miniature Schnauzer. Her previous owner has dementia and is no longer able to care for her. The rescue provided a rabies booster and dental for her and for a donation Molly came home with me.
Molly doesn’t seem to like children, men, or other dogs and she’s afraid of Miss Biddy Cat (aka Princess). She weighs less than Yella Fella so I feed her inside her crate to keep him from trying to take her food. Molly is quite spry despite her age. Her life goal is to catch one of the squirrels hanging out in the yard.
Life with her is a new experience. Molly’s my first small dog, and she’s a stubborn one. She’s crate trained but not housebroken. Working remotely allows me to provide ample opportunities for her to potty outside. Each time she does so I offer lavish praise, but we went outside four times this morning before she ever offered to potty out there, yet after each trip she came back in and tried to head off to find an indoor potty spot so back in the crate she went. This on a Sunday morning when all I wanted to do was go back to bed and sleep in.
Molly has had some leash training, but when we walk she tries to wander around instead of keeping to the side of the road. I’ve always required my dogs to walk between me and the side of the road if there’s no sidewalk because I’m more visible to a driver, but Molly doesn’t like that plan. And while Miss Biddy Cat following us around was fun with Buddy, it’s a total pain with Molly because Biddy will taunt her.
Making matters worse is the fact that my depression is back with a vengeance and I’m having a rough go of it right now. I put on a fairly decent front when the situation calls for it but I’m a mess and I know it. I am discouraged to find myself in this hole yet again and I wonder why I keep putting all this effort into getting better when this is where I always end up.
Anyway, I need to get up from here and take Molly outside again, then she’s getting a bath. That oughtta be a hoot.