Bad Photoshoppery

It all started with an awesome picture.

Don't be fooled, her playing fetch is a RARE occasion

And then I opened photoshop!

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.

Rabbit Hunting - Close, But No Cigar

Oops, so it's been a little while since I last posted! Apologies, you'll just have to believe me when I say it's because life gets in the way a little bit!

But! This blog is about Troll Springer Spaniels, not me, so let's not dwell on whether or not it's the increasing abundance of late-shifts at work which are eating up all my time or not - on with the blog!

Pictured: Impatience.

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.

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.

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.

Frogs

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

Wordless Wednesday

A picture of Her Hairy Majesty lolloping about.

A troll picture for you

"Well, the wind changed direction one day..."

Mollie the Troll English Springer Spaniel

This is a blog, because I feel the need to introduce the world to my dog, Mollie. The picture above is of Mollie just before we picked her up from the breeder, when she was a ridiculously cute little ball of liver, white and floppy ears.
But lo! Mollie grew up to be the dog equivalent of a hormone-raging teenager, a true troll, constantly finding ways to outwit her owners and generally find ways to be the most amusing pain-in-the-backside any family could ever dream of.



I would like to share with you the laughs this little troll has caused, I love her to absolute bits, and hope you enjoy the comedy she continues to bring into my life!