Molly certainly loves the beach, that's for sure. She definitely thinks she owns it. And the sea too. It's like her large front garden.
In fact it's now coming up to 2:00 and she's just come to remind me it's time to go for a run. You should see her. She has her chin right on the corner of the laptop - just so I don't forget my priorities. Sadly time and tide wait for no dog so she'll have to wait a while till the tide goes out a bit.
Last week we did have the beach practically to ourselves. But this week is half term and she had Max (in the pictures), a cairn, a staffie, a border collie and two labs yesterday. If a dog has a tennis ball, she's right in there. She won't touch the ball but she just loves to chase the dog chasing its ball.
The other new discovery this week was that she is terribly intuitive and sensitive to disabled dogs! Usually, she runs into doggy friends like a steam train. Oh, she's polite enough in meetings - very balanced and non-threatening and all that. But as soon as she decides to play, it's gloves off and full steam ahead with the rough and tumble.
Then on Monday we met a little cairn terrier with a paralyzed back end. She made her usual approach....sniff, sniff....waggy tail etc.. then she started trotting gently around chased by half a cairn. When the poor thing got tired, she sat and waited for him then they tottered off for another round. The cairn's owners were amazed and thrilled. I think they have brought the poor thing for a last holiday before they have to make a hard decision about his future. The lady was very weepy. But very grateful to have found him an understanding doggy friend for a little while at least.
Molly's just too perfect. I know I'm biased, but I'm allowed to be. I'm in love!
