tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17705762016270415752011-04-21T20:57:23.218-07:00The rags to riches tale of Molly...created by Molly girlMOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-89111532778820456862008-01-05T16:37:00.000-08:002008-01-06T16:41:26.370-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">We all went to the beach today. Unfortunately, I got car sick on the way there. I forgot about that once I hit the water. I loved swimming and my coat feels so clean now.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-8911153277882045686?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-15098526068730635502007-09-08T02:56:00.000-07:002007-09-08T03:01:03.348-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I have a new brother. His name is Charlie and he is a Border Collie. He is 3 years old. My owners adopted him from Temora, New South Wales. He's settling in just fine.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-1509852606873063550?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-32062038207262831822007-09-04T19:26:00.000-07:002007-09-04T19:36:50.497-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I went to dog training on Tuesday night and I loved it. I was so excited that I couldn't help but jump around when meeting the other dogs. The instructor gave me lots of tasty treats - my own food seemed so boring. I learnt to come, look at my owner, give up my tug toy, go to my bed, walk on a lead and my favourite, I completed an agility course. I'm looking forward to a week of tasty treats as I practice all these new commands. And I certainly can't wait until next week's training lesson. I get to go off the lead in a tennis court with all the other dogs.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-3206203820726283182?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-8710248452359604292007-08-22T03:17:00.000-07:002007-08-22T03:26:59.370-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Well, the beagles arrived yesterday afternoon. I spent all day bonding with them. I'm very keen to have a play but they just don't seem too interested. They've just got their noses to the ground - sniffing. So I made up my own games including hurdles (where I jump over big Ted or Reg). I'm having a ball!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-871024845235960429?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-9706076102793923612007-08-11T00:08:00.000-07:002007-08-11T00:26:55.461-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097341068423139762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xk1TnEgYzuI/Rr1kseJfEbI/AAAAAAAAABM/xKdcUsIGxNw/s200/Dog_Park.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Yesterday, I went to Linear Park and met Teddy and Reggie Beagle. We had a great time and got on really well. I can't wait to have them stay at my house for 2 weeks while their owners go to China.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Today, I went to the dog park at Golden Grove with Theresa, Gavin and E. I jumped some hurdles and ran through tunnels. I had a great time with the other dogs and made many friends.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-970607610279392361?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-38847176769162702382007-08-05T05:33:00.000-07:002007-08-05T05:40:12.936-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xk1TnEgYzuI/RrXEwOJfEZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6iTqmREvsw0/s1600-h/Marrowbone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095194886150230418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xk1TnEgYzuI/RrXEwOJfEZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6iTqmREvsw0/s200/Marrowbone.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">My owners gave me a marrowbone today. It was so large. I ate it all afternoon. I felt like I was in doggy heaven. Yummy!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-3884717676916270238?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-6737350859369786262007-08-03T02:52:00.000-07:002007-08-04T07:19:06.363-07:00<div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w182.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w182.photobucket.com/albums/x71/g48097/8e16a5d3.pbw" height="120" width="400"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x71/g48097/?action=view&current=8e16a5d3.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" ></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Today my owners bought me a soccer ball. I've been very well behaved lately so it was a nice treat. I couldn't get enough! I'm so excited - I can't wait to play with it again tomorrow.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-673735085936978626?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-52690741587958861012007-07-31T22:43:00.001-07:002007-07-31T22:43:19.191-07:00<div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w182.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w182.photobucket.com/albums/x71/g48097/ba4b56ac.pbw" height="120" width="400"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s182.photobucket.com/albums/x71/g48097/?action=view&current=ba4b56ac.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" ></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-5269074158795886101?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-1234898241188617702007-07-30T05:52:00.000-07:002007-07-31T04:12:56.032-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xk1TnEgYzuI/Rq8ZKeJfEYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XTRmA_ABvs8/s1600-h/Blanket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093317371261555074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xk1TnEgYzuI/Rq8ZKeJfEYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XTRmA_ABvs8/s320/Blanket.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">My owners tricked me into thinking I was going for a walk when they put my leash on. Instead, they bundled me into a car. I didn't want to go - I had to be carried. My owners took me to the vet to have my stitches removed...it wasn't so bad and the vet gave me a treat.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Later that night, my owners' friend, Tasha, came over to meet me. I was so excited that I jumped all over her. My owner threw me out of the house. I immediately showed my discontent by dragging the blanket from my kennel and wrapping it around the stump of a tree. That ought to show who's leader of the pack!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-123489824118861770?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770576201627041575.post-60275613098204247942007-07-28T02:07:00.000-07:002007-07-31T03:24:50.207-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Today I dug my first hole. My owners weren't very happy but I was very proud. It didn't seem to deter my owners enthusiasm for spoiling me. They bought me a new bed - my third to be exact. I now have the choice of lolling about in my kennel or on one of my two beds...one for indoors and one for outdoors. Very comfy indeed!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770576201627041575-6027561309820424794?l=the-molly-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOLLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00065395699977598978noreply@blogger.com0