I LOVE this one! And I'm sorry it's so late but I kept playing with the background!
Molly Dog – Asking for Forgiveness Not Permission
Kids do the darnedest things. Like when they are in college, adopt a puppy, and then keep it a secret for a few months. And then one day, you are invited into their rental house to meet someone, and it turns out to be a dog (a pittie mix that we call a boxer) named after their aunt (who is still very much alive). That is how we met Molly, or Molly Dog to reduce confusion with my sister. He didn’t ask permission; he asked for forgiveness. She is my first (and currently only) granddog. She holds our hearts hostage. I buy her Christmas pajamas and let her sleep in the middle when she spends the night. I love her. We all love her. We love the perfect bond she has with her Daddy, how she calms him, and how he cares for her every need. She loves to swim and needs to be reminded to put on her listening ears. She likes rocks and sticks and the toys that she destroys so quickly. She runs fast, but not as fast as she used to. That’s fine, we’re not running races in this house. She searches her food for the tasty pill pocket with her daily meds and will give you a look if it isn’t there. Now all the other dogs think they need to have their medicine when they eat. She rules our roost and never hesitates to “tell” our silly dogs that they are getting too rowdy. Everyone listens to Molly Dog, and everyone celebrates when she comes for her playdates. Who needs doggie daycare? She completely changed my opinion on her breed, and I will forever be in love and indebted to our Molly Dog. No forgiveness is needed, and permission is over-rated.
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