Molly & Me

I've never told you about my friend, Molly, have I?  She's lots older than me.  I think she's eight now.  She has white on her chin like me, but I'm not old; I'm just prematurely grey.  She's black, black, black like me, except she doesn't have my unique Sargent stripes or my distinctive white Harry Potter lightning bolt on my chest.

Molly is a funny girl.  Sometimes she likes me a lot.  When that happens we play on the grass and chase each other and have a lot of fun.  I do have to be careful because she has a weak back and I don't want to hurt her.  So I don't jump on her back like I do with other big dogs.

Sometimes Molly just ignores me.  Maybe she's playing hard to get.  I don't know, but I just go with the flow.  When she likes to be with me, she pees on every spot I peed on.  So I've started doing it back.  But then she pees on my pee.  It's a never ending pee party.

When she's not peeing on my pee spots, she likes to pretend she's in charge.  So we have a contest to see who gets to go first.  Like last week, I had a bit of a hard time catching up to her:

But I walked really fast and soon, I was the one ahead.

She kept trying to pull ahead, but I made sure I was always first.

I'm not going to let a girl beat me out.  Not me!  But otherwise, I try to be nice to Molly because I think deep down she likes me, too.

Hope you have some nice old friends and that you are nice to them, too.

Love, G

P.S.  Mom says to tell you all to read "Where the Crawfish Sing" by Delia Owens.  She said it was a really good book!   G