Almost Home

My parents have a saying that they have LAPradors, not LABradors and this is most true for our second rescue who is a LAPrador mix and loves my LAP. The second dog that came to rescue us came with the name Coreopsis. I’m sure you will agree that this is neither a good name for a flower or a dog. The day she came home we started tossing names out at her and Molly is the one that caused her to perk her ears up and smile and so she picked her name. But that was only the beginning.


Nickname Number One: Molly McButter
During the season of baking cookies, I had left two pounds of butter out to soften. She ate them.

Nickname Number Two: Darth Molly
When Molly is most content and happy, she will issue forth a most bizarre sound from her throat that sounds very much like Darth Vader breathing. I believe she learned this guttural form of communication while living as a street dog with unsavory cats.

Nickname Number Three: Grappling Hook Girl
In the morning, Molly and I play a game where I pretend (or some days don’t pretend) to be asleep and she stares me down from the end of the bed. When I don’t respond to the stare down, she inches forward with her paws curved. She then uses her paws as grappling hooks and using my knees, elbows or other body parts she finds, climbs her way up to my face. If I have successfully ignored her up to this point, my reward is a face full of kisses. I love this game.

Nickname Number Four: Velcro Girl
Molly follows me around from room to room to room to room, rarely leaving me for more than a few minutes. I take a bath, she waits outside on the floor with her nose between the toes (the infamous NBT). She loves the other humans and Vegas (the Golden Retriever rescue) to be sure but for reasons I don’t entirely understand, she has named me. Granted, I may be a little easier with the dog biscuits. I hope it is because she has finally had her question answered, “Am I home?”

Oh yes Velcro girl, you are home. And it’s home because you are here.