For 47 years of my life, and the first 24-1/2 years of my marriage, I was virtually pet free (unless you count the occasional goldfish or hermit crab). I was sure God had never intended me or anyone like me to take care of pets. The only emotion I recall ever having when being around animals was fear! But then came Molly.
Molly is the daughter of Isabel, dog-child of my cousin, Liz. We often joke that Liz is responsible for 40% of our family being with us. She introduced us to the birthmother of Joshua, our youngest son, and then later, gifted Josh with Molly, an adorable Miniature Schnauzer, that has changed our family dynamic in more ways than one.
I allowed Molly to come live with us only because we thought she might be the perfect medicine to build Joshua’s self-confidence and help him mature, but I laid down the law. Being the neat freak that I am, I remember telling my husband and the boys “The dog stays OUTSIDE! My house is clean and I want it to stay that way!” But the first time I looked into those dark eyes of hers, I knew we couldn’t make her sleep outside. She was just too darned adorable, and Josh was already in love with her. We all were. And things were even better when I suddenly realized what this really meant — I was no longer the only female in the house. I was no longer outnumbered 3 to 1. Now Molly and I could fight the testosterone battle together!
Two years have passed since that day and Molly has become a regular member of the family. I can honestly say she is better behaved than my kids (of course she is, she’s a girl) and easier to take care of, too. Of course I still get harassed by P.J., our oldest, about how we wouldn’t let him have a dog when he was little (I’ll never finish paying for that, I’m afraid), and how we do more for Josh than we did for him, but all I can do is plan to gift him someday (after he has a place of his own) with a dog of his own. I can only hope that his pet is as much of a companion to him as Molly has become to Josh. They make such a great team!