As we try to find a gate long enough, we have been awed by Molly’s ability to break down of any barrier. She has learned to move chairs and even pull a door open. She is a love sponge and insists on being next to you at all times.
I have also found her passed out next to her bowl like some drugged out Hollywood starlet:
Putting aside her amazing skills as a safecracker and burglar, Molly has us all wrapped around her paw. While I wanted to name her Moxie, the kids overruled me so Molly it is. (Perhaps Moxie Molly as a nickname).