The Molly Chroicles - Molly's Great Success

What a tremendous experience! I'm stoked, elated, thrilled, wagging my tail to bits. It happened out in my garden. My human said, "Molly, go backyard," and of course, being a border collie I did just that. She pointed to the right, and, straight as an arrow, faster than a speeding I bullet, I ran for the fence. More powerful than a locomotive, my mighty jaw snapped, and the gopher was history. I looked up pleased with my prey in my mouth.
My human said, "good job, Molly," and gave me meatballs and the last of the ice cream and a nice marrow bone to chew on, but she threw the best part, the gopher, into the garbage while I was eating a meatball. Humans have no sense of gourmet dining.

Molly signing off.

The Molly Chronicles

Hello, it's Molly back again on my human's blog. There hasn't been much activity lately, as my human has been AFH (away from home) and I have had nothing to do but take naps. This is no life for a working dog, I tell you.The gophers are back in numbers, but there's only so much I can do about them (especially since  my human discourages my digging extra large holes, which is the only way to catch them.) So far, the squirrels haven't dare to invade our back yard, which shows good judgement on their part. (I hate squirrels.)

A hearty "hello" to Shadow, and I hope your human is still diligent with the long walks and throwing sticks. Okay, I have to go nag my human into taking me for a walk. She needs the excercise, as she's getting somewhat plumpish lately.

Molly, signing off.