A Good Dog...

Last week I got a sad phone call from my  parents, our family dog had passed away. Molly was a 12 year old black lab. She joined our family as a Christmas surprise when I was just in 7th grade. After months and months of giving my parents power point presentations about why I deserved a puppy they finally caved. She was the cutest puppy.

She was a good dog...

However she was also a DESTRUCTIVE dog. She ruined thousand of dollars worth of plants, clothes, furniture, socks, you name it..she probably destroyed it during her first few years of life. 

She was also my first photography subject. Long before my thousands of pictures of Emma Claire I filled my parent's computer with thousands of pictures of Molly.

She was a sweet dog though. Loved by all. 

She was known for her famous head tilt. All you had to do was start saying the phrase, "Do you wanna go on a walk?" or just the word "walk" and she would tilt her head. 

She never turned down a good game of fetch. 

Always ready to strike a pose. 

Her life was pretty good...until we got another puppy. Sammy. She wasn't thrilled as you can tell.

But they learned to like each other.

Emma Claire loved her. sadly this is the best picture I had of the two of them.

 I thought I would end this post with our family's all time favorite Molly picture. This is how we will always remember her. Completely crazy.

So here's to you Molly, thank you for being a good dog. 

Thank you for letting me dress you up in countless outfits.

Thank you for letting me put bows in your hair. (That one shouldn't be a surprise) 

Thank you for graduating from PetSmart puppy school...we didn't think that one was going to happen.

Thank you for always greeting me with a tail wag and a smile. 

Thank you for being there on bad days. 

Thank you for being a constant source of entertainment. 

Thank you for swimming with us in the summertime. 

Thank you for always eating the crust off of my sandwiches. 

Thank you for "listening" to me when we used to talk on Skype. 

 Thank you for always wanting to go on walks. 

Thank you for understanding that you were a crazy dog and couldn't go on runs with me after the first two times. I needed my arm and you tried to pull it off. 

Thank you for finally calming down after 10 years of life.

Thank you for loving on Emma Claire when you first met her. 

 

Thank you, Molly for being a loud dog who always barked out the window, shredded far too many items, always begged for food, was a LOUD heavy breather, sometimes stole food good dog.