{ happy birthday, molly! }
Two pug birthdays in exactly one week!
Molly is my princess.
It's really her and me alone in this house full of testosterone. Fortunately, she's got enough attitude for the both of us.
She came to me seven years ago, after Oscar and I lost our sweet Annabelle. We were both hit hard by her passing and I never would have considered a new puppy, until a dear (pug-owning and -loving) neighbor told me that her co-worker's pugs had just had a litter of seven puppies.
Love? Is being swarmed by seven itty bitty puglets. True story.
Miss Molly was one of the runts, and the second of only two black babies in the litter. She was just such a lil bit. It was love at first sight.
For both of us.
It's a total Pinky & the Brain situation. She's the cerebral force, he's the brawn.
With a face like this, she usually escapes most suspicion.
Molly has infinite patience. She tolerates me dressing her up for photos.
And despite the fact that she seems to be annoyed by most humans, she's developed quite the love for Turtle.
She'll snuggle him when he's not feeling well. Lay by him while he's playing. And generally just give him all kinds of love.
She loves belly rubs and quiet time and pillows. Lots of pillows.
I can't say I blame her.
On her big day, she opted for plenty of snoozes, some treats, and belly rubs. All her favorites.
She also wanted to monitor the writing of this post. Probably making sure I didn't post any embarrassing or unflattering pictures of her. Diva.
Happy birthday, sweet girl!
