Hey, it's me, Molly. My friend, Jean, said I should contribute to this journal by giving
narration to the photos, but let’s face it, that is not a big enough role. Not to overstate my importance, but I am a
key player in this adventure so let me introduce myself. My comments appear in red type and are NOT
to be confused with my personal hair color which is white. I’m a 6 year old (42 in human
years) female canine, small poodle breed mixed with some unknown gene pool which
I’m sure is elegant and brave. Have I
mentioned how smart poodles are? Because
of my poodle DNA you might think I’m prissy, yappy and temperamental,
especially when I have to wear a pink bow on my collar that I chew off as soon
as Jean is not looking. I’m a tomboy
who loves to run, romp and play with wild abandon. Escaping my leash for a high speed chase is the
best fun but resulted in my being micro chipped, whatever that is. I don’t mind the heat, snow, wind, rain, sand
and am very adaptable when it comes to adventures. I love people and other dogs and my friendly submissive
demeanor impresses everyone. Other dogs
can rely on me to roll over for a good “howdy,” maybe the only trait true to my
sex. I love mud puddles … but I digress,
later on that one. I have a few quirks
but who’s perfect? I hear humans laughing
about a few of my identity issues, lifting my leg to pee, humping an occasional
pillow, and suckling/kneading a nice piece of soft fleece. I would have had more self image issues but Jean doesn’t believe in the traditional pom-pom hair cut for poodles – yuk!
I am confident, fearless and loyal, and happy
to be a companion and friend to Jean and she feels the same way about me, partners. It’s just that simple. By the way did I mention I LOVE TREATS.
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