My New Years Eve started early.
This is Molly. She was a rescue dog, but now she’s the queen of the castle.
She protects her family from marauding opossums who try to steal from our pond.
She’s a little shy, but she tries to help us watch our weight. *If you don’t want that meat, I’ll take care of it!*
When Molly first came to rule the house, she was thrilled because she thought we’d installed an indoor bathroom for her. G-Man and I, however, had in mind using it for a living room. Since we couldn’t come to a meeting of the minds, G-Man and I installed a baby gate to keep “accidents” from happening.
Clever Molly has found that she can use said gate as an early alarm system. Anytime it storms, she just grabs the gate with her teeth and shakes it. Hard. And. Wakes. Me. Up.
This morning, a t-storm rolled through at 3:30. At 3:31 she was rattling the gate and I was downstairs, trying to keep her quiet.
The last day of 2010 started early is going to be v-e-r-y long.
It’s 5:15 now and she’s peacefully sleeping on the love seat. I have to start fixing G-Man’s breakfast in thirty minutes. *sigh* I think I’ll take a quick nap.