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Molly, Born 13/04/05
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Turtle Gardens Animal Rescue
Kamloops SPCA
Molly Dawg
Chapter Seven

Camping!

What are those wierd things!?

I ran past the pile of mommy's blankets and headed up the stairs. I don't know why there was such a mess of things around. I had to tippy toe around a big box of stuff and several bags that were piled right at the top of the stairway. Hmmm, I thought my mommy must be forgetting things today, she must really need my help.

I was happy that she had spent so much time teaching me how to pick things up for her. I remembered all those days, weeks, months of her dropping things. That was back when I learned about my poor mommy's problem with her funny looking people hands. She drops things all the time. Let me tell you about it and I'll get right back to today's mess.

I remember the beginning. It started one day when I was sitting, she was holding my favourite yummy cheese bits in her hand. She showed them to me but she didnt have to, I knew they were there because I could smell them. She even let me taste a teeny bit. Mmm I will do almost anything for a cheesey bit. All of a sudden she dropped a piece on the floor. I instictively picked it up to munch it down. What?! Wait a minute this wasn't a cheesey bit at all. In the very second I noticed it wasn't, mommy said that phrase she always says when she wants me to give her something, like my ball. She said Drop it, but she quickly added something I had only heard once or twice before, but never really understood it. It was, "GIVE it to mommy". Now of course I knew DROP it, so that's what I thought I'd do. As quickly as I did, she had placed her hand under my mouth and the "not cheesey bit fell right into her hand. Oh my! Wonder of all wonders, I was suddenly given a GLOREOUS cheesy bit! WOW That was great! Even before I could think of what had happened my mommy dropped a "thing" again. This time I didn't stop to wonder what it was, I just went for it in case it was another delicious cheesy bit. But of course, it was not. Instantly I heard my mom say, DROP it, GIVE it to mommy. Well, I'm a very smart girl and I knew what to do right away. Low and behold the cheesey bit was mine. This continued several times on a daily basis for many months. Thats why today I know just how to get a bit of yumminess. It's not always a cheesey bit but its always yummy.