A Special Time in the Countryside: Molly’s Tales
Moly and I lived here in 2008. I moved to this cottage around June of 2008. Molly was born in October 2008 and she moved in with me in November 2008.
We lived here until June of 2009. It was a great place for Molly to start her life. It was in the country with a small forest and large grass areas as part of the property.
There were only two other houses close by, one of which was owned by a retired vet. He had about a dozen Peacocks which roamed freely around the area. Molly wasn’t really interested in them but they left black slug like Poo all over the place. They looked like large black toffies. Molly loved to chew on these, with black gooey stuff dribbling down her mouth as she devoured them. She really enjoyed chewing on these. I did not encourage this at all and prevented it almost every time she got one. But she did manage to down the odd one, made me a bit sick. Plus ironically it passed through Molly again re appearing as black chunks in her poo. The joys of country life.
She grew quickly, I mean from a tiny puppy to a small dog. Soon she was running around the field that adjoined the cottage. My first months with her were fantastic and it just got better.
In no time at all, I found myself faced with the biggest responsibility of my life. I’ll be honest, at first, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around having a dog in my life. But then something incredible happened. Before I knew it, a strong sense of caring took hold of me, deeper than I ever imagined. It was love. Yes, I loved Molly with all my heart.
I bought those puppy pads and had them laid about the floors, but I took her out every hour or so anyway. Plus she came to work with me from an early age in that big van. So she was out of the van quite a bit. She soon house trained herself. Molly soon knew to go to the door when she wanted a pee or a poo .
She never barked, just stood there looking at the door or sitting, waiting patiently for me to let her out. This was great, however I had to check the door often as she had beds in different locations of the cottage, I had to check to see if she was waiting to go out and not assume she was always asleep somewhere. This would be in between our regular trips outside.
This went on like this her whole life, always going to the door but never barking. Molly was a great dog from the start. She was never any trouble. I’m not just saying that, its true. Molly was better than me in every way. I could have been a better Daddy to her. Its taken me forever to write these posts. First I used to cry when looking through the hundreds of pictures, that was just for using one in a post. Then trying to write. I’m welling up now as I admit I really could have been a better Daddy. But she forgave me and loved me. I’m crying now.
I am a Dog Dad but not a Dog Owner
Martin, Molly’s Daddy.