The Molly Chronicles

On second thought, I'll make it "Food Dish with Treats."

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Hi, I'm back.

Tried to sign up for an art class, but they don't allow dogs in school. I think it's discrimination!!! Anyway, I'm working on my second painting. I'm going to call it "Food Dish".

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Hello, Hello,

Molly here.

My Auntie Pat doesn't believe that I painted "Dances with Gophers" - just because I'm a dog. She thinks you have to have opposable thumbs.

I created the long, sweeping brush strokes with my tail, and I used my whiskers for the shorter, more precise strokes. And of course my tongue and my paws produced the softer wash of the background. After I had finished, my human cleaned up the mess. (She complains a lot. Beethoven's wife didn't understand him either.)

Lastly, I used some materials from the garden to give it a natural touch. (No gophers were harmed in the making of this picture. Darn it!!!)

I feel I may have a talent for art, and I want to see where it takes me.

Don't worry - I won't neglect squirrel and gopher patrol.

Molly signing off.



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Hi, All,
It's me, Molly.

Dances With Gophers

I tried my paw at abstract art.
Wish I had opposable thumbs.

Molly

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Hello,

Molly back again.

I've been asked how I keep my svelt figure.

It's not easy. My human tries, but she really is a wus, and we don't get anywhere near enough exercise. She wouldn't last five minutes herding sheep in the Scottish highlands.

I keep busy mostly taking care of the squirrels and gophers.

Up at the lake, I have a lot more to do, what with the chickens and cats. And, of course, the puppy Astro has to be looked after. 

But my most important job is taking care of my humans, and that does take a lot of energy.

Gotta go. My human is about to eat a snack, and I have to remind her to share. Manners are so important!

Molly

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I took my humans sailing on the bay.

Here I am enjoying a beautiful day out on the water.

I'm showing Tom how to steer the boat.

"Land Ho!"

 

Tom seems unwilling to share.

Spot lectures Jay about the dangers of falling asleep at the wheel.

This post has been re-printed by popular demand.

Molly

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Hi, Molly here again. My human is freaking out. It seems that her novel got all messed up. So she's barking at the computer and mumbling about formatting and fonts and #@!@#$%^%$#$ computers. It got so bad that she was fifteen minutes late with my breakfast dish. I almost starved to death. 

I think she should let me write the novel. I would write about interesting stuff like squirrels and liver snacks, and the good smells you find when you go for a walk. Speaking of going for a walk, we should go right now. I'll go bark at my human.

Don't buy her book "Temporary Address" on Amazon.com. It's all squirreled up.

Molly signing off.

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                               Squirrel patrol can be dangerous.Here I am hot on the trail of a perpetrator.

                                                     The tricky part is getting back down.

Molly

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Hi, Everyone,

Some of you noted that border collies and Australian shepherds are used to working all day long, and you wondered, given my border collie/Aussie heritage, what I do for a living.

It's true that I don't have any sheep or goats to tend, and I miss that. Sometimes I herd other white fuzzy animals like dogs and chickens and cats. Humans tend to get very excited when I try to herd cats and chickens.

One of my many responsibilities is to protect the back yard from squirrels. They get into the birdseed, and make a mess out of the bird feeder. Also, they have no respect for noble dogs like me, but climb up into the trees and chatter and laugh at me.

Here are some shots of me mitigating the squirrel menace:

I first set eyes on the enemy:

Patiently, I stalk my prey.

Cunning, crafty, he makes his assault on the bird feeder.

Has he no shame??????

I make my move. Bark, bark bark, growl, growl, you're squirrel meat.

All quiet on the western front.

Just another day's work for a noble dog.

I think I'll take a nap.

Molly