So, what’s going on with woman’s best friend these days, some of you might have been thinking? Well, here's an update on my current best friend, my dog Mollie, the Corgi mix rescue that came into my life on Dec. 18 last year. My 14-year-old cattle dog mix, Cookie, had died in October and it was very, very hard those last weeks of her life. It had been my intent to be foot loose and dog free while I mourned Cookie.
By early December I realized how much I missed having a dog. I wasn’t taking my twice daily walks, there wasn’t dog hair everywhere, and not only wasn’t I sleeping with a man in my bed anymore, I didn’t even have a dog for company. I began to cyber search the local rescue organizations thinking maybe I could foster an older dog who wouldn’t require much care.
On Dec. 18, Kathy and James from Rover Rescue, pointed me to a dog named Miranda thought to be about age two—house trained, etc., and currently in the Carson pound. I agreed to foster her based only the website's photo and when I picked her up from the vet, she immediately threw up. It seems she had just been spayed a few hours before. She was very thin and lethargic and it was obvious she had been pregnant. When James brought her into my house, she immediately peed on the carpet.
I officially adopted Mollie on Dec. 28, 2010 and brought her to my own vet. She was actually only about a year old, as it turned out. I had my work cut out for me.
I keep thinking she is housetrained and it was really hard to accomplish, but with my two and four year old grandsons visiting this week, Mollie has turned into a six month old whirlwind. If she gets too wound up, she pees on the carpet. She chases the boys endlessly and goes absolutely everywhere they go, including licking food off their faces, snot out of their noses, vacuuming under the table, chewing toys--and alerting us to poo-poo diapers. But, when the lights are finally turned off at night and the whole house snoozes, she lays hypervigilant on her dog bed, or on mine, dozes, but perks up her ears at the slightest sound. She is obviously guarding us.
Unleashed: Poems by Writer’s Dogs is a favorite book given to me ages ago by my eldest son, who loves dogs even more than I do. Cookie actually chewed off part of the back page.
The muse hit Mollie. This is what she wrote.
Fran kept crazy hours
Until two boys came with toys.
Can they stay forever?