Puppies Are Better Than Apologies

I am having the worst blogger’s block ever. I know, I know. Second time this week. I think it’s because I’m really tired. (No, I’m not pregnant, I’m just tired. I’m allowed to be tired and not be pregnant.) So instead of coming up with a bunch of junk and then apologizing for it later, I’ll show you pictures of Molly. For all of you newbies, Molly is my mom’s dog. She got her from my dad for her 50th birthday.

I’ve shown you a few pictures of her in the past. This is me when I kidnapped her one day.

This is why I kidnapped her. You can’t leave a puppy alone when she looks at you like this:

You just can’t. She’s always had that cute, innocent look to her. I think the breeders trained her to look like that. Deep down she’s pretty evil. Just look at her trying to attack my mom’s face the night they brought her home.

I know what you’re thinking. “Silly Chelsea. That’s not a dog! That’s a guinnea pig.” You may be right. I’m not sure. All I know is that she barks… you be the judge of that. I’m just here to show you cute pictures.

I think she’s trying to bite my mom’s neck here. I’m telling you, this chick is trouble.

Every now and then she’ll do something really cute so that you let your guard down.

This was her trick at the beginning. She loved to sleep on our shoulders. We aren’t sure what to make of it. We have a few theories. She’s either trying to be cute. Or she’s the little devil on our shoulders. Or she thinks she’s a bird. The latter is her namesake. They played with the name “Polly”… it didn’t work. So my sister’s friend recommended Molly. It felt right.

Awww, yeah I know. I can hear you. Yes, she’s cute. She looks more like the angel on her shoulder. Everyone looks innocent while they are sleeping. But what about when she’s awake? Just look at her, feeling trapped in this life. She wants out. She’s longing to be wild.

A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to catch her living her double life. She had sweet-talked my brother and grandma into supporting her behavior. I’m so thankful I had my camera with me or you’d never believe me.

No Shih-Tzus were harmed in the making of this presentation. Well maybe one of them, but don’t worry, only her pride was hurt. For the record, we found out later that Molly was downing an O’Douls. PETA, you can move along.