If I had two rows of teeth, I would bite twice as hard.

I watched Molly this weekend. She's a little firecracker just looking for someone to bark at menacingly. She also bites. I love her. The barking and the biting were under control by today. Just in time to go home. Perfect.

There was one incident that sort of set the theme if you will. I guess Molly doesn't like to be disturbed while sleeping by your feet on the bed. I was sound asleep and must have shifted a bit and the next thing you know, the little bitch is biting my foot. I freaked out. Ever had something attack your feet while you are sleeping? I have not so my response was mostly hysterical and not all that amicable. I was kicking and yelling and throwing pillows and before I had fully regained consciousness, Molly had been booted around, whacked with pillows and unceremoniously dumped off the bed. I didn't apologize and the unsolicited attack didn't happened again, although there was some slight forgivable grumbling. And it wasn't like she didn't get back on the bed after regaining her dignity. All in good fun until someone gets dumped off the bed.

As I am an avid dog fan, I bring my canine charges everywhere I go. This rocked the Mollster's world as it's not often she is dragged all over the globe. She also behaved like a globe dragged champion which earned her big points.

While the James and Tabitha made a ruckus in the water...


Molly had herself a little siesta on the creature comforts provided by the most thoughtful person. In. The. World.


Back from the bogs, hanging in the kitchen, hoping for the best.


This is the "if I hold still and look at you, will you get that thing out of my face and stop telling me what to do?" look. The answer was yes. Everyone wins.


Have a fantastic week. I know I will.