Molly is celebrating her fourth birthday. She’s all set with all of her toys and a gift from a friend. She didn’t get a hat this year, but she’s still having fun!
I had a friend who would wake up because her feet were cold. She would get up and put socks on, then go into her child’s room and put socks on him, figuring that if she was cold, he was cold. I did my own version of this the other night.
I woke up at 4am because I had to empty my bladder and because I was thirsty. While I didn’t make Molly go outside in the very cold weather, I did make her wake up from a deep, deep sleep to drink some water. If I was thirsty, she must have been, too. She didn’t argue, but she was very confused. She went right to sleep again after the unplanned outing.
I was watching TV quietly, with Molly at my feet. I had not been paying much attention to what Molly was doing, since I was trying to finish up the show I was watching. My daughter came in and asked Molly what she was watching. Apparently, Molly was staring at the TV with me. It was nothing very interesting. I can’t even recall what she was watching. No animals on the screen. Just something that was interesting to her. I’ll have to ask her what her favorite programs are, so we can watch them together.
I have started some Christmas shopping. I was looking for Pitbull socks for my daughter, hoping for a pair that looks like Molly. I did not find what I was looking for, but I did find a laugh, screenshotted below.
Molly is my constant companion when I am working on schoolwork in the garage. This works out well, until I take a break. If I decide to stop to do laundry, she follows me over and helps by standing on the dirty clothes so I can’t pick them up. If I try to go to the bathroom, she either has to go out, too, or she follows me into the bathroom.
I decided to stop to take a shower. Molly decided she needed to supervise. After the shower, she decided to race me out to the garage to get back to work. Molly did not realize that my daughter was out there, doing laundry. I heard a loud yelp and my daughter laughing. Molly had run past her, then saw motion and realized that she was not alone.
Molly is a scaredy cat. I have rescued her from spiders, lint, the cats, etc. I never thought I would have to rescue her from my daughter. Thankfully, she settled down as soon as she realized that there was no real threat.
Two cats and a dog think they share my bed. The cats pretty much are only there when I am not, but the dog will go up any time, as long as the kitties aren’t in her spot.
Today, it was time to put the sheets back on the bed. I sent the dog to the garage. I kicked one cat off the bed. The other cat decided she was going to help with the sheet changing by sitting in exactly the same spot where she was sitting. No. No you aren’t. I called for human help, since that cat doesn’t like me at all.
I use a sheet scrunchie, which holds the fitted sheet onto the bed. It works great, but is a pain in the neck to get on the bed. The first difficult part is figuring out which end is the bottom of the sheet, so that I can attach the scrunchie to it. Then fitting the scrunchie around the mattress isn’t so easy.
I got the bottom of the sheet on the bottom of the mattress and was pulling it up to do the top part. A human helper decided that the dog wasn’t going to hurt anything, so she let her in. Molly decided it looked fun, so she jumped on the bed and all of the work I had done came undone.
I got the dog out, finally. Then the cats came back to help.
I decided to quit for a while until they whole group decided there was anything more fun to do.
I described the scene to a friend and he said it seemed like a makeshift wrestling ring. It sure felt like it. Thankfully, no one was recording it.
Molly has figured out that she’s allowed in my room. The cats tell her otherwise, but she’s finally learned to ignore them sometimes.
Sometimes, she decides that she will be sleeping in my room, which is fine. She’s not that big and only takes up a third of the bed at the most.
Unfortunately, most of the time the third of the bed she chooses is the bottom third. I’m not very tall, but this does make it difficult to find a spot for my feet and legs.
It’s still a work in progress, but we’re getting there.
I had an unexpected day off, so I decided to be productive about it. Molly and I had a long list to do.
We started by taking her mom to work in her mom’s car. Molly alerted us by whining whenever a dog was visible. Then I had to go to the ATM. She cried a little when I got out, but stopped soon.
I came back and there was a car that looked like mine near my daughter’s. I knew I didn’t have my car, so I walked past the little red one to a Toyota SUV. My daughter doesn’t have a Toyota. I couldn’t find her car, so I honked the door lock a few times. Couldn’t find it. Then I see miss Molly looking at me from four cars away wondering what the heck I was doing and why I didn’t get in the car.
It’s one thing to do stupid things like that, but another to have a witness. At least Molly won’t tell on me.
I recently started going to meetings for discussions about health and activity. Today’s question was “how will you add activity into your week?” I added that I plan on adding a quick walk a few times a week, since I found it only takes 10 minutes to get around the block with Molly. Less if I go alone, since I don’t stop to smell the bushes. The coach laughed and asked why I didn’t. You know, I didn’t have a good answer.