I just realized it has been over a month since I last posted something here- yikes! Time is really flying. Molly, Clinton, and I have been completely into a routine the last few weeks, and I'm sad/overjoyed to say that there is really nothing new to report on the Molly front. Our sweet girl has been the picture of a perfect dog the last little while. I don't want to jinx it, but I do kind of miss her shenanigans. Aside from being cute, she has given me no material to work with as far as creating a post. I don't want this page to go stagnant, as I know Molly is totally worth having her own blog, so I thought I would pull a "tail" from the archives.
As I mentioned in my very first post, the first year with Molly was a rollercoaster: a fury of day- to- day mishaps, hilarity, and sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) frustration. The first month was probably the worst of it, getting to know this new little member of our family while trying to make our house "dog friendly" and figure out how we were supposed to do this. Molly had some funny little quirks that we noticed right away that either other dogs do not have, or nobody really tells you. One thing she used to do that particularly baffled me was chew rocks. I don't know what the appeal was, but she loved to do it, despite my pleas for her to stop. I feared she was going to do some major damage to her teeth, and like me, later on regret she did not take better care of them:
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| Braces for Molly were not in our budget |
Anyway, this rock chewing habit wasn't a huge problem. She wasn't cuckoo for rocks or anything, it just happened that she would pick one up here and there and munch on it for a while. However, one day, we saw an extreme case of rock chewing that actually led to rock eating.
I had Molly over at my mom's one afternoon, and while we were outside, I noticed she kept going to this spot on the driveway and sniffing/chewing rocks. I kept taking her to other parts of the yard to distract her, but being stubborn, she would run back to this spot. She was furiously picking up rocks in her mouth, and chomping down like they were the best thing she has ever tasted. I found this really strange but didn't think too much of it. We went in the house, and a while later, forgetting about the rocks, I let her outside- by herself (remember, Molly used to be way better behaved and would never leave the yard at my mom's- her nose didn't work). About 5 minutes later, I went to let her in, and noticed she was back at that spot. I mentioned it to my mom, and she explained that when she came home the previous day with groceries, she dropped a container of chocolate milk and it exploded onto the driveway. Well, that would explain Molly's infatuation/need for the rocks in this one area. That was the last time she went outside off a leash that day. I knew there was no stopping her.
Not long after we got home, I was puttering around our apartment when I came across a small pile of rocks. I thought it was strange, and pondered where they came from. A few minutes later, I saw another...and then another. Wait- where is the dog? I turned the corner, to find Molly squatting on the dining room floor- pooping rocks. Plain old rocks. You could put them back in the driveway, and nobody would know the difference. I didn't know what to do- my dog was pooping rocks! I debated calling the vet, but somehow I already knew that Molly had a stomach of steel, and this little mishap would do no damage. However, my frustration level went through the roof. Molly managed, after doing everything else you do not want your dog to do, to come up with something completely new and unexpected. It's as if she said to herself "Okay, I have pooped on the floor, peed on the floor, cried all night, eaten from the litter box- time to create something new. Time to Mollify this place." And that she did- by crapping rocks.
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