Miss Molly-Moo-Moo

7 Feb

You’ve heard a lot about Toby this week and almost nothing of Molly.  Molly worships the ground I walk on unless I’m not there; in which case she worships whoever is giving her the most attention.

She is the most loving dog but she doesn’t do dog behaviour: Walk?  No thanks; I might get wet/cold/hot/dirty.  Food? Is it gourmet/heated/yours?  Maybe, if you spend long enough coaxing me.  Coat?  Absolutely!  And t-shirt, jumper, blanket as well.  I’m freezing!  It is August, after all.

She hasn’t done anything interesting of late (she has to be prised from my side for that) so I thought I’d re-post A Day In The Life, to give you a flavour of her character:

  • Scratch at Mummy’s door but she can’t hear me over her avalanche impression.
  • Go potty.
  • Bark to wake Mummy.
  • Watch her stand in my poo and go potty.
  • Hide in the cushion like a cutie pie.
  • Cuddled for reassurance that Mummy loves me despite what she is sure is a mistake on my part.  Phew.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.
  • Demand breakfast.
  • Turn nose up at breakfast.
  • Let Mummy hand feed me my breakfast of expensive tinned dog meat.
  • Love Mummy.  Manage a sticky lick to her face.
  • Love Mummy.  Wonder why she’s looking a little nauseated.
  • Sleep behind Mummy while she’s at the computer.
  • Wake up, irritated by the noise Mummy makes when she falls off her little bit of the seat.
  • Love Mummy: if I’m going to be awake, I might as well enjoy it.
  • Watch Mummy trying to type one-handed while I sit on her lap for an extended belly rub.
  • Sleep.
  • Take the occasional sniff at Toby’s bottom, particularly when he wants a fuss from Mummy.

  • Drool as Mummy eats lunch.
  • Refuse to let her up until I get my share.
  • Sleep, exhausted from eating my protection money.
  • The dreaded walk…
  • Tolerate grooming; harness, putting on of; coat, putting on of; coat, taking off of; harness, taking off of; coat, putting on of; harness, putting on of.  I knew she had it the wrong way round but I didn’t tell her because it might start raining before she’s finished and then I have a legitimate excuse to refuse to leave house.
  • Open door.  See rain.  Refuse to leave house.
  • Tolerate harness, taking off of; coat, taking off of.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.
  • Sleep.
  • Ignore the weird kid who sleeps in the room next door to Mummy, when he comes downstairs, eats, grunts, and returns to his hole.
  • Drool as Mummy eats dinner.
  • Refuse to let her up until I get my share.
  • Demand dinner.
  • Turn nose up at dinner.
  • Let Mummy hand feed me my dinner of expensive soft pellets.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.
  • Sleep.
  • Cuddle Daddy while Mummy’s busy, keeping my eyes trained at all times on Mummy.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.
  • Stick to Mummy like poo to her toes as she prepares for bed; she’s going nowhere without me.
  • Wait patiently to be lifted on to the bed because I’m too feeble to jump up myself, unless she’s not there.
  • Have extended cuddle until Mummy’s arms ache, her tea goes cold and she knocks her Kindle onto the floor while trying to reach around me.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.
  • Sleep.
  • Disturbed by Mummy trying to get comfortable on her tenth of the bed.
  • Wait until she settles then sit on the most awkward part of her body (varies according to whether she’s lying on her front, back or side).
  • Sleep.
  • Disturbed by Daddy giving me a goodnight cuddle before he puts me out of the room so he can go to bed.
  • Give Daddy the evil eye for separating me from Mummy.
  • Wait for Daddy to fall asleep and try to sneak back in; jump easily onto the bed and wiggle my way between them, sleeping long-ways to get comfortable.
  • Daddy’s on to me: he shuts the door properly this time.
  • Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Love Mummy.  Can’t be separated from Mummy.
  • Scratch at Mummy’s door but she can’t hear me over her avalanche impression.
  • Go potty.
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19 Responses to “Miss Molly-Moo-Moo”

  1. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com February 7, 2014 at 12:09 #

    And there’s me thinking Molly loves me!

  2. colonialist February 7, 2014 at 12:47 #

    There do seem to be some cat characteristics built in, there! Good golly, Miss Molly, you do manage to fit an awful lot of character into such a small space!

  3. laurieanichols February 7, 2014 at 13:31 #

    Jack and Molly are kindred spirits :D

  4. sharechair February 7, 2014 at 13:45 #

    I am SO glad to hear that Molly is so picky about her food. Feeding my Yorkie is a daily struggle. As you describe, she eagerly awaits her food, then sniffs and walks away. I’m always trying new things, which she usually enjoys for about a week, and then she’s done with it. Such a diva! Thanks to Molly I’ll blame it on the breed. If you find something she loves to eat ….. please share! :) Always looking for the holy grail of yorkie-food.

  5. bevchen February 7, 2014 at 13:59 #

    Our Yorkie used to refuse to go for walks in the rain as well! We would force him anyway (dog’s gotta do his business!) then he would sulk for about half an hour after we got home. He loved his little coat, too. Must be a Yorkie thing.

  6. Bridgesburning Chris King February 7, 2014 at 15:56 #

    That whole day uses a lot of energy ..and such dedication. Food job Mummy!

  7. Hattie February 7, 2014 at 22:04 #

    Makes me miss my little girl so much. She died several years ago, and I do not have the heart to get another dog.

  8. barb19 February 7, 2014 at 23:21 #

    Molly and my Poppy must be related…it was like reading about a day in Poppy’s life! She does the same about jumping on the bed, but if I’m not there, she always seems to manage! My little shadow. She literally panics if I leave the room and she hasn’t noticed!

    • The Laughing Housewife February 7, 2014 at 23:26 #

      They are so funny, aren’t they? And they know how to manipulate us.

      But we don’t seem to mind… :)

  9. Rorybore February 8, 2014 at 03:58 #

    And I thought my 4 year old was bad.
    she is a little cutie though. she’d definitely have me trained in no time.

  10. anotherday2paradise February 8, 2014 at 17:37 #

    What a cutie-pie. She has you on a string. :)

  11. Musings February 10, 2014 at 07:55 #

    What an absolutely gorgeous dog. He is so adorable and you are adorable together.

  12. Janie Jones February 10, 2014 at 13:08 #

    Absolutely adorable.

  13. benzeknees February 11, 2014 at 20:45 #

    Oh, how I miss having a dog! Couldn’t have one anymore because of lung disease, but I sure miss the pile of loving warmth!

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