Mollie Gets Her Duck

RIGHT. Hello again,  I believe it’s time to kick start this blog into motion again as I have too much material to leave it be, so let’s not waste time and get straight in with a belter from this last summer. I mean, a REAL belter. You’re not gonna wanna miss this one, trust me. Skip to the fourth paragraph if you just want to get straight to the action, because I HOWLED when I heard this one.

"Not right now, there's a blog post to be read!"

The Lake

That. Bloody. Lake.

This post could also be renamed to "Why We Don't Walk Mollie Around That One Side of the Park."

Triumph is a wet dog.

Habits - The Walk Ritual

Again, it's been a little while, so apologies to anyone who's been awaiting the next post. *exhales* Life, ya know?

It's EXHAUSTING, I tell ya!

Anyhoo, I wanted to make a little post about something that Mollie does that really tickles me. It's to do with her pre walk rituals, and her little quirks that have now become commonplace when she realises that a walk is on the cards.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Video Evidence of Trolling

A quick post for those hungry for more trolling!

So, if you've read my post a waaaaays back about one of the most basic ways Mollie likes to troll (see: Mollie and the Newspaper Game), then you'll know all about her habits of stealing something she knows you have an attachment to, flaunting it in front of your face, and then running away and/or shaking it about and growling, all the while making sure that she remains close enough to ensure that you're in range to witness this spectacle.

Well, rely on your imagination no longer, because here is the video of Mollie playing the Newspaper Game with me. Watch out for her bashing into Bingo, before we both watch her run figures of eight in exasperation.

(Spoiler: I lose.)

Enjoy!

Rabbit Hunting - The Introduction!

WELL. What a holiday season, right? I hope your christmasses were as good as ours over here at Mollieblog HQ, and that your new year is getting off to a good start! Apologies for the much-too-long gap between this and the last post; it just will not do.
On Christmas, my family back in the UK managed to figure out this newfangled thing called Skype, and I managed to say hello to both Mollie and Bingo, who are both well and happy, at the time they were VERY happy as they had just been given a glorious dinner of leftover Christmas meal scraps. Not quite as good as rabbit in Mollie's opinion, but pretty darn close.

The opinion of a dog who enjoys the odd rotten apple or ten.

Mollie Holiday Special

Again, sorry for the lack of posts for those of you who might've noticed the gap. Like the rest of the world, Christmas has got me running round like a headless chicken. Or turkey, I suppose. Anyhoo, I thought I would throw in a little Mollie tale to fit in with the festive season. Because Mollie can get festive too.

This picture may have been edited.

Another Bingo Post - Going Feral

It's time for another post on my dear beloved boy Springer, Bingo.

Finally, Mollie gets to chill for a post. And generally, whenever she wants to.

The Perils of Pork Chops

So. Everyone's pretty familiar with the fact that dogs beg for food. Unless you have super magical well-trained pooches, chances are that yours will give you the big eyes whenever you're tucking into anything from a cheese sandwich to a slab of meatloaf. If you're eating, they want in. To be honest, Mollie isn't TOO bad with this kind of thing. Bingo is much worse, sitting right beside you, big, sad eyes in full effect, and even the drooling to top it all off.

He probably didn't even realise I was giving him a ponytail. He only has eyes for my dinner in this moment.

Wee

First things first. Mollie considers herself far too sophisticated to troll any of us on a regular basis with any kind of bodily function. I have never heard so much of a squeak of a dogfart from her, she's never belched within earshot, and has never had any problem as far as housetraining is concerned. She could even be classified as a Good Dog in those terms, rather shockingly. But then she would. She is a classy lady after all.

Class.

This particular brand of trolling is from when she was a puppy, and is all about wee.

Foxes Part 2 - The FOX POO Chronicles

FOX POO.

As a dog owner, few things have been quite as big a pain in the arse as this stuff. Seriously. I mean, poo in itself generally isn't fun, but fox poo is something else altogether. Especially when Mollie attaches herself to it.

Frogs

I'm pretty sure if frogs had vocal cords they would scare their children into behaving with tales about Mollie.

Mollie and the Newspaper Game

So Mollie has a game that I lovingly call ‘steal the thing that Sarah wants and run around like an idiot until she’s puffed out from chasing me around to get it back’. It’s a highly entertaining game for her, and one that is highly effective.

"Come on. You know you want it. It has COUPONS."

Mollie and the Neighbour's Garden

"I have been quietly reading in the conservatory. I swear."