Good Golly Miss Molly

I think it is about time to do a post about Miss Molly. She is in love with Blake and would really like to help change his diapers, give him baths, and lick him to death whenever he is crying. Too bad she isn't allowed to do any of those things.

I miss when Molly was this size, she was a little bit easier to control compared to the 60 some pounds of monster she is these days.

Looking outside to see your face like this used to be hysterical, now it looks like a ton of work. We went to my parents house yesterday and her face looked similar to this from when she was a puppy.

You were our first baby until our first real baby came along. Poor dog, you have been neglected. At least we still give you food and water, and a comfy place to sleep. One day you will be fun to have around again, one day.

Now we spend our days like this.

Just watching over Blake making sure he isn't going any where. We love you Molly, even if you drive us insane and ruin our brand new backyard. In our new house (I will post about it soon) you have decided to be a stink pot. We have/had a butterfly bush that I was really excited about having so we could watch some pretty butterflies, and the people that we bought the house from left an awesome grow box with the hoses to water it throughout, now we don't have much of a butterfly bush left, and you thought the hose tasted delicious. Oh Molly dog.