molly & laci

This is Molly.  She's a beagle, which is basically a hound dog rolled up into an adorable little package.  She howls like a hound, stinks like a hound, and droops like a hound.  She was an adorable puppy, and even at her ripe old age, she's still pretty cute, just more gray, and more saggy, and more droopy.  Which is where we're all headed anyway, so I won't judge.

She wasn't a huge fan of Laci in the beginning.  Only recently has she learned that it is better to just roll with the punches sometimes.

Punches sometimes come in the form of a one year old who insists that she can, and will, pick you up despite the fact that she hardly weighs more than you.

Other times, punches come in the form of a one year old using you as a bench.  So, you close your eyes and pretend that you are being gingerly patted, instead of beaten in the head.

And only occasionally, the one year old decides to be sweet and kisses you on the head.  Then it doesn't feel so much like rolling with the punches, it feels like rolling in the clover.  And rolling in clover is a pretty good thing, as any beagle would know.