The Last Day

Today is the last day of 2011.  It's been quite a year.  I had an amazing adventure I never dreamed possible in June when we went to Israel!  I was the recipient of a miracle on March 30 (see 10/7/11 post).  I have been blessed to be trusted which an overwhelming reality.  Our precious Molly died in August.  Now there's a story for you.  I think I'll go there.

We moved into our house in October, 1999.  As close as we can determine we think Molly wandered up and kept us on August 29, 2000.  Geoff was out in the front yard watering the new grass when this giant white dog walked up to him and just stood there.  He was so surprised.  He checked her collar (found her name was Sassy), put her in the backyard and came into the house to call her owner.  Their number was disconnected.  We kept her in the backyard overnight and the next day Geoff called the vet on her dog tag.  He knew exactly who she was and who her owner was and said he'd call him at his office and give him our contact information so he could get her.  He never called.


By Friday we were thinking this is a pretty great dog but she's so big and so hairy there's no way we can keep her.  We knew a friend who had two Great Pyrenees dogs and had just lost one.  We called them and they said they'd take her.  Two nights later Geoff couldn't stand it anymore.  He couldn't stop thinking about that big white dog.  So he called up our friends and asked if there was any way we could have her back.  They reluctantly agreed.  She really was a great dog.  

First things first, we had to change that name.  I could not own a dog named Sassy.  So we renamed her Molly.  She responded brilliantly.  I think she knew she was home.  Then we took her to the vet to have her checked out only to find she was pregnant.  Oboy.  Puppies just in time for Christmas.  

They were born on October 17, 2000 during the third debate between George Bush and Al Gore in the garage without a sound.  We put Molly in the garage at around 8:30 because of a terrible storm and when we checked her around 10:30 there were 5 puppies.  No mess.  Just puppies.  Amazing. Dog.

That was tons of fun having puppies around.  They were very obviously mixed breed as some of them were brown so we determined to find them good homes, which worked out beautifully.  The following years with Molly were sweet.  She really was the best dog ever.  She didn't lick.  She didn't jump on you.  She did bark. She did shed.  She did dig.  She wasn't perfect but she was so good.  She died on August 26, 2011 - three days shy of 11 years to the day.  From 8/29/00-8/26/11 she was a huge part of our family.  We really miss her.  

I could tell Molly stories for days but instead I'll post some of the faces of Molly.  She was so much fun to photograph.  I have tons of them.  I'm glad I do.