August 21, 2007
Whatever Happened To Molly?
Remember Molly? The sweet, sad-eyed dog with pneumonia that my parents got from the animal shelter? To refresh your memory, she looks like this:
And I keep meaning to tell you the rest of her story! I'm so freakin' flighty sometimes.
(And Marty goes, "Sometimes???")
When K found out about Molly's lung affliction, she goes, "Oh, man. When that dog gets better she's gonna eat your couch!"
Well, Molly didn't eat Mom's couch.
She ate some wall decorations. Right down off the wall. And part of my Dad's dinner. While Dad was sitting at the table! Stupid dog just came up and started eating off my Dad's plate like friggin' Helen Keller!
So, yeah, Molly wasn't so much "sweet" as she was "weak with fever." And once she was feeling her oats again, she proceeded to tear my parents' house apart.
Needless to say, my parents no longer have a dog. The gave Molly to a no-kill shelter, and I'm pretty damn sure that's the end of their dog-owning days for good.
Which reminds me -- when I was in grade school, we got a puppy that was a German Shepherd mix, I believe. His name was Oly. One day, we arrived home to find that Oly -- who was kept in the kitchen to keep him from ruining the rest of the house -- had jumped up and turned on all the burners on the gas stove.
I'm sure he was thinking, Won't let me in the rest of the house, eh? Fine! I'll just burn the whole thing down! How do you like them apples?!
I don't even know where Oly disappeared to after that. Probably some nice farm where he had lots of room to run around.
Comments
(And Marty goes, "Sometimes???")
Where did he go?
Posted by: Uncle Twitchy at August 21, 2007 04:54 PM
the cute ones are always the worst, aren't they?
Posted by: heather at August 21, 2007 05:01 PM
As true with dogs as it is with men.
Posted by: Wenchie at August 21, 2007 09:29 PM