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On our last night with Molly, Tootie insisted that we read Dog Heaven aloud to Molly. Of course, I sobbed the whole way through.
And now here are some happier memories. These photos were taken when Molly was in her prime.
These next few photos illustrate the Battle of Red Chair.
During my years as a single girl, I had this cute red chair that Molly adored.
Problem is, when Hubs and I got married, Hubs decided he liked the chair too. There were times when they would actually race for the chair. When Hubs got it, Molly would lie in wait …
They tried on occasion to share, but …
One year, Hubs decided he would be the one to groom Molly. So he ran out and bought some puppy trimmers.
“Oh, look,” our vet said when we went in soon after. “It’s the Faith Hill cut!”
Molly was a great outdoor dog. She loved Frisbee, ball and hiking. Oh, and grilling. Because she got the leftovers.
After we got rid of the Red Chair, Molly found a new place to nap.
These last two photos are among my favorites: